The one thing that the very most people ever hear about someone they know, however tentatively they may know them, is that they died. And it’s also the one thing that tends to endear us the most to that person, because it means a part of our history, part of our story, part of who we were and are, died along with them.
For with every person that we know who dies, dies someone who knew us, and when none of the people who know us remain, neither will we.
For with every person that we know who dies, dies someone who knew us, and when none of the people who know us remain, neither will we.
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