Sarah 48 x 365

I see Sarah everywhere. We were never friends – our sons knew each other. We always talked when we saw each other. When she died last year I didn’t go to the funeral because I didn’t think I knew her well enough and because I didn’t need it. I was wrong.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Love this one. Thought-provoking.
Cedar Waxwing said…
Thanks. I had not even written Sarah down to write about, but when I was driving to the Giant the day I wrote it I saw her again, walking down the street, carrying something big. So I jotted her name on the back of my shopping list and wrote that post when I got home.

I am the email list and directory database administrator for our middle school, and I cannot bear to remove her name from either. If her husband asks me to, I will, but since we get no bounces from her email address and no one has said to remove her name from the directory listing, I've kept it there.

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