And then you decide maybe you wish you hadn't.
I've been looking at old photos, and among them were some photos of friends of my grandmother. I don't know how intimate a relationship this was, but these people showed up several times. In one photo, infant me was sitting on the lap of their son, a boy about 10 years older than me.
I went looking for these people out of nothing but curiosity -- and found the obituary for the boy on whose knee I sat (who was, in fact, 11 years older than me).
How very, very strange.
I don't know how I feel about this.
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Our local paper is crap. It comes out twice a week, and there is nothing in it except for obits, police blotter, and photos of the editors grandchildren. (I exaggerate, but not by much)
I find myself reading the obits first. It is alarming to me that I know more and more of the people who have died. Even when it is people who were a bit older, it is depressing.
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