I have mentioned a couple times that usually every other Thursday night I meet a group of friends and we play a Midwest card game called Euchre. Originally it was a meetup group, but it splintered off into a couple different groups, and the people in our group hit it off and then eventually invited a few other people along the way. For a year now, we've done other outings at other times ( hikes or walks, dinners, Christmas party- a couple weeks before Mo died, hunting for the men, etc) and we all enjoy each other's company. We meet at this specific place and the Thursday nights are fun.
It's interesting how the things that people say off the cuff and mean nothing by it, can make a giant pit in my stomach now. One of the owners of the place we go was just greeting a couple of us as we walked in, everybody saying the usual pleasantries. - - “How are you?” “Good, good, at least I woke up on the right side of the ground.”
I've heard people say that in the past, of course, and this man has no idea I lost my daughter in December. It's a funny pleasantry, but it just isn't anymore.
It didn't ruin my night. I forgot about it until I was trying to come up with something to write about tonight, but once sudden death hits personally, you definitely notice sayings and words in a different light.
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