Death is such a strange thing.

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Whether a personal touch or an impersonal understanding, knowing those it has touched or just seeing some of the results or indications of death... it has a way of moving even stone.  Recent deaths, both personal, social, close, far, and nearly anonymous have been weighing on my mind.  Today, a final installment to break the dam.  Jealousy, too, as I have noted.  Just a little thing, I am sure I will get my turn, again.  If I may get more turns than is usual, as usual, for me.  Still, the notion and loss has me at a disadvantage on this day.  Just a sadness.  Not for those who have moved on, but for us slugs who must carry on, and for those who were closer yet.

Prayers and thoughts.  Prayers for those who left, young or old, right or wrong.  Memories, familiarity, knowledge of how they went, when, but little more sometimes.  Faces, voices, gone.  Some who, only now, realize the value of the prayers.  And yet, there is some hope that grace is a knowledge, or is still available to them.  None, save they, and those with them and before them, truly know.  Still, prayers.  To ease the cracks in the stone that is my heart.  Nothing was made perfectly immutable, not here, not even the Son... the good one.

Just... some thoughts.  And, of course, just a touch of music.  Music that fits.  Won't even hurt your ears, eyes, or serenity, mostly on that last.  No one is laughing, and yet...


Even so the hope of the joy of life and love remains. Just... not quite today.