I've been sitting on a few posts for a long time, and I'll post a few here now starting with this one.
A friend of Cindy's died this summer. She was 32. She used to think I hated her. To be honest, I didn't hate her; I just found that she had a very abrasive personality. She dated my brother for a while off and on and opinions formed. You can't like everybody I always say. But, you can love everybody. There is nobody in this world that I hate. God willing, it will always be that way. Anyway, to the point of the post: I took her death hard; I don't mean that I was weeping and in morning. I was in shock and maybe feeling a little guilty, but very much in shock. Shock and disbelief. My own mortality also stuck me like a wet bail of hay (you'd have to be a farmer). The whole thing hit me hard and had lasting and reoccurring affects. It caused memories and affects to resurface from the car crash a few years ago too. It really bothered me more than I would come to understand while I was at the wake, which was very sad and surreal.
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This blog is a personal journal about my feelings and views regarding religion and politics, displayed in a public forum with the intention of being read and reflected upon for a better understanding of me and those who are like minded. The Table has traditionally been a place of family meeting, gathering around and sharing of ourselves as well as sharing of food. It was very important in the ministry of Christ and to His disciples (see posts from 3/30/13 & 8/28/14).
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