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Another passing away of a recent relative. One of blood, older, gone. They all grin as they visit, the stove of the spaghetti food is up. The choirs are done, everything is neat and tidy, how will they take to my sleeping habits?
Svelte, as it were.
I didn't feel anything about this incident, yet family time is sacred time. I don't now who died.
These names are harder to remember, other than the physical pain of dropping the bench on my calves early morning in the gym.
Another day passes, They came with me in the morning. They are friendly, It comes to my mind that I may never meet them again, they speak French, having to do this family business because it's required. I understand.
Another day, I lose my earphones bank in the gym. They talk jovially over a midday brunch, it's all cheerful despite it all.
Last day, found my earphones bank. I doubt I'll see this French uncle, so i say with everything i appreciate everything as he prepares to leave.
This has been a happy funeral, oddly enough. Despite the disorder in the fridge, it will clear out. Is that a good thing?
They left a soft, french cheese with a brie-like rind, a reminder.