I felt like this when my grandfather and grandmother died. It’s hardly possible to have a longer, fuller, more amazing life. I can only hope I’m lucky enough to have a fraction of that. It’s more a fierce joy at their triumph and gratitude at having ever had them than it is mourning.
And yet, we’re the ones left behind, in a world a little diminished from what it was yesterday. And I feel sad for everyone who will come after who will never have a chance to know them.
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