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Patricia Friedberg's avatar

Early v this morning I read an email I never wanted to read. And then i had to, Why? because it came from the son of my oldest friend. We grew up together in wartime London, and though I married young and moved to Rhodesia we never lost touch.

Now. as I read on, I learn she has cancer and it has spread. Will I see her again? Not in this lifetime-no blue airletters, No facetime calls. It’s so sad, not tragic, we have both lived more years than most, but memories remain and there cannot be a replacement. So I have reached the stage where maybe there will be a similar letter, or maybe my children will write one on me. Mortality - yes, that’s what it’s about.

How long do I have?

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E Lurke's avatar

Whoa - this is 'the good shit' and it is sticking. Sometimes I'll let my inbox stack up with unread newsletters thinking I don't have time to properly reflect or apply some of the lessons sprinkled throughout the writing others are sharing. Thanks for permission to take the pressure off, enjoy, and let whatever sticks, stick.

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