What I loath are those who spring from the woodwork, gutters, and asbestos insulation who declaim their love and devotion...and at best knew the departed in superficial terms.
That's what I'm afraid of being, personally. Dirk and I were close for a while, and whenever I saw him it was as if there had been no time or distance (he had a gift for that), but I haven't seen him since I moved West. I think if I were around people I could talk to about him it would be different (and I'm really glad I'll be out there this weekend), but right now my only way to grieve with my community is to go on the Internet. Which...well, frankly it sucks.
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Date: 2010-02-19 05:01 am (UTC)That's what I'm afraid of being, personally. Dirk and I were close for a while, and whenever I saw him it was as if there had been no time or distance (he had a gift for that), but I haven't seen him since I moved West. I think if I were around people I could talk to about him it would be different (and I'm really glad I'll be out there this weekend), but right now my only way to grieve with my community is to go on the Internet. Which...well, frankly it sucks.