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Originally Posted by Hitch
I'm sorry for your loss. I too and the "Last Man Standing" in my family; it's odd to be the orphan, isn't it?
It's as though an entire world's entryway is now closed to you. All those stories you laughed about, all those memories you could share with someone who lived the same life, or in the same house, growing up....that's all gone. You'll never again laugh together about the time Dad sold the camper van to some guy, and forgot that Grandpa (in his post-crematorium ashy state) was still inside the dashboard storage spot, and you made me go steal him back from the new owner. My first big criminal enterprise!
The realization of that is the first odd reaction I had to it. You can never talk about this again, or that--the people who shared that world with you are all gone. Weird, hunh?
Hitch
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Sad, in a sense. I'm not the "last man standing" in my nuclear family, both siblings are alive, but my previous work lives are rapidly becoming a graveyard. I feel like the bad sheriff in
Silverado - "I'm running out of deputies!"
Places too, the "ranch" is under 60 feet of water. The pump jacks I used to ride as a kid are long gone. The old neighborhood where I grew up is a shambles. The quilts are stacked 6 deep on the guest bed, , ,