The Outside Looking In
...and then he was gone.
I didn't know him well, not really, just someone that I would come into contact with on a reasonably frequent basis. Not a friend as such.
But I sort of knew him.
And that's what makes it so much more difficult to deal with. To not know the background, the history, the reasons. I guess I can only see things from the outside looking in.
Which is never enough to even begin to understand what someone is all about, although at times we like to think that should at least enable an opinion.
And that is where I find myself right now
Saddened, of course.
Reminded of my, our, mortality, as is often the way with things like this.
And thinking that I am probably going to miss someone that I barely even knew.
Which is honest but seems to make no sense at all.
