Last Tuesday, as Lux went to take a shower before his first meeting, I went to really wake up. Went to the kitchen, and grabbed some small breakfast. Refilled my coffee, and grabbed my phone to scroll through bits of social media.
As I scrolled through, I saw a post about a group of friends not having been together in too long. It was written in a worrying way, so I went to look, and found that the night before they had committed suicide. One of the people who had first taught me to play D&D, someone in the group that would cause me to meet Kitty, and likely down the line lead my life to where it is, in so many ways.
I took a moment to process that. Because even though we didn't talk for a while, he was still someone who had had space in my life at one point.
And as I went back to my feed, I immediately saw something saying that it was two years since the loss of another friend. Someone who had been newer to my life, but was genuinely good. I had found out about his passing while out to breakfast with Kitty, the last time I got to see him in person.
I started thinking about the week. This is also within a week of the anniversary of Frankie's suicide. And a handful more people, all within this same tiny chunk of the calendar.
I sat, trying to process. Wanting instead to snuggle and hug everyone I cared about. It took me a while of talking with people to get back to work for the day. And it's definitely made me more grateful for the people I have in my life now.
As I scrolled through, I saw a post about a group of friends not having been together in too long. It was written in a worrying way, so I went to look, and found that the night before they had committed suicide. One of the people who had first taught me to play D&D, someone in the group that would cause me to meet Kitty, and likely down the line lead my life to where it is, in so many ways.
I took a moment to process that. Because even though we didn't talk for a while, he was still someone who had had space in my life at one point.
And as I went back to my feed, I immediately saw something saying that it was two years since the loss of another friend. Someone who had been newer to my life, but was genuinely good. I had found out about his passing while out to breakfast with Kitty, the last time I got to see him in person.
I started thinking about the week. This is also within a week of the anniversary of Frankie's suicide. And a handful more people, all within this same tiny chunk of the calendar.
I sat, trying to process. Wanting instead to snuggle and hug everyone I cared about. It took me a while of talking with people to get back to work for the day. And it's definitely made me more grateful for the people I have in my life now.
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