An old family friend just died not quite two hours ago. I mentioned him here, soon after he got his diagnosis. His treatment didn't work for very long. He's been so weak for months. I am glad his struggle is over, have even prayed for that, so I don't know why it's hitting me so hard.
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(((Cindy)))
Thanks, Gud.
{{{Cindy}}} I'm so sorry.
{{Cindy}}
A loss like that is always hard, and just because he's got the peace you prayed for doesn't mean you won't mourn him.
{{{Cindy}}}
{{{Cindy}}}
Even when it's expected, it's wrenching.
Or, to quote Tara "It's always sudden."
Oh, Cindy. I'm so sorry.
It really is always sudden.
I remember when my great grandmoth died - she was 98, she'd had Alzheimer's for several years and had been bedridden for quite sometime. It can't have been anything but a blessed release for her, and we had lost her longbefore. Still, it was a sad sad time.
I'm sorry, Cindy.
Peace to those who loved him, (((Cindy.)))