We humans move through life much like a spider spins a web, I think. Each person we come to love, every experience that somehow touches us, becomes an integral thread delicately woven together with others to create a "home" for our soul. Sometimes we end up far from where we started as we build this web -- we're always weaving tighter circles around whatever our heart draws us to in the present -- but those patterns we wove earlier in our lives are always there, a foundation upon which we continue to grow and become more beautiful as time passes. Losing someone we love often lets us re-strengthen some of the old threads, to reach out to those who mean so much to us, to wrap our hearts around them and pull them closer to us once again. Death reminds us that life is precious, that we need to spin our webs with meaningful moments and people who love us and let us be true to ourselves.
My childhood friend and I have grown apart over the years; physical distance and unparallel lives have made it difficult for us to be a big part of each other's worlds. But the bonds we built through all those shared laughs and tears growing up still run strongly between us, and I keenly feel her loss. I hope that in this dear family's time of sadness, they can sense my love reaching out to them across all those threads that keep us still connected in heart. Rest peacefully, Mr. Thibeault. I will always be glad for the happy patterns you helped weave in my life.
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