repository for the occasional perambulatory rumination

I need a sympathy card, and once again I am not totally “present” in my trek to the card store - thinking things like how I hate sympathy cards because they sound the way stereotypical funeral directors look: staid, bland, not quite real - because when I come to, here I stand: right smack in front of the rack of graduation cards.

Which actually seems appropriate when you think about it.

In the way most people don’t think about death and dying.

The way I’m sure Miss Eleanor wouldn’t think about it, having just lost her mate of 50+ years.

It seems entirely appropriate - a good idea, in fact - to send a card that says “Congratulations, you made it!”

or

“Can’t wait to see what you’re going to do next”

or

“The future lies ahead of you.”

I suppose those would be better sent to the deceased

And I haven’t found an online search engine yet that will deliver those addresses.

But, really, who needs to send them any kind of card anyway

when all you have to do it think it

or pray it

or send it with your heart.

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One Response to “With My Deepest”

  1. Debbie on August 10th, 2007 4:15 am

    Nice.

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