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I've been gone a while. I started reading fanfiction to escape and I got sucked in an abyss.

I have no idea if someone else is hosting similar challenges. I just grabbed some of what I have hosted before.

Here's to a happy year of great reading
Jan2023: Not much has changed. Writing a fanfiction now O_o as well as reading but I bought 7 new books in December and hope to get those read soon. Crossing fingers about adding challenges (late!)

Saturday, April 23, 2016

T is for . . . . could be sad

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T is for Time
I really had a hard time (haha) deciding on a post for today.  I had t-shirts and television ideas but nothing was quite right. I even have a picture of the sign for the Twin Pines Mall from Back to the Future! (It was filmed at my local mall). It wasn't until this afternoon that the idea hit me. Then my in-laws invited us to dinner and, well, time passed ;-)

Time can be measured on a clock, stopwatch, or calendar. Time can be measured in the growth of a tree. Or a canyon.

Time passes and that's what I want to tell you about.

I went to a funeral for a cousin. While that's sad, it isn't the saddest part. The funeral was nice but also more informal than some of the others I've been to. After the "official" part was over, the floor was opened to anyone who wanted to speak. Beautiful words were spoken, funny stories were told and I learned that my cousin was more than I thought she was. The speaker I remember most was a girl, my cousin's age or thereabouts.

She and my cousin met in college and she told college-type stories then she said that she had gotten a job in another city. My cousin was happy for her and they vowed to stay in touch.

But time passed.

The towns were not that far apart but between dating, job assignments, vacations, and other obligations, they got together less and less.  The girl had been in town six months before the funeral but was under a time crunch and didn't even call my cousin. After all, she could always call later. There would always be another trip to town.

There was one more trip to town.

For the funeral.

Time passes for us all.

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