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:: Saturday, September 02, 2006 ::

We come face to face with death every day in so many ways, but somehow it slips by unnoticed, camouflaged in the ways that we either make it into something beautiful or turn our faces away altogether. It's always there, ever the ultimate possibility. And one day it will be so, for all of us.

It was for one of my peers at work this week. We received a call Wednesday that he had been found at his computer that bright August morning and couldn't be roused. Such a deep sleep, they couldn't wake him. And suddenly, as it is with everyone, there is a hole in the universe where he used to live, breathe, act, love.

And by the end of the week, things continue on, as they always do, always will, without him. We recover our footing and step forward with the reminder that one day will be ours in just such a manner. We resolve to live better, more fiercely in the moment, to be better to our bodies, our families, our friends. We vow to make the world remember that we were ever here.

::: SUFJAN STEVENS : "For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti" :::

:: Anne 6:17 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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