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	<title>Comments on: I googled an old girlfriend today.</title>
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		<title>By: RL</title>
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		<dc:creator>RL</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2020 03:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of my closest friends in college was a smart girl majoring in Geology- no romance there, but we were close friends- always hanging out together... 
At the end of college she married my room-mate I soon after got married as well. We drifted apart, our lives diverged- she had her career and had two sons fairly soon after her marriage, I had grad school ... I reached out a couple of times but we both had so many things going on...

20 years later I was reminiscing about my college days with my wife, and I brought up some of the crazy stories about adventures I had with my old friend... My wife said I should look her up and say hi...

It didn&#039;t take long and I found her facebook page... only to see it had become a memorial page. She had died a year or so before, apparently after a long brutal fight against breast cancer.

It knocked the breath out of me...

She didn&#039;t even make it to 50- life is so fucking unfair.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my closest friends in college was a smart girl majoring in Geology- no romance there, but we were close friends- always hanging out together&#8230;<br />
At the end of college she married my room-mate I soon after got married as well. We drifted apart, our lives diverged- she had her career and had two sons fairly soon after her marriage, I had grad school &#8230; I reached out a couple of times but we both had so many things going on&#8230;</p>
<p>20 years later I was reminiscing about my college days with my wife, and I brought up some of the crazy stories about adventures I had with my old friend&#8230; My wife said I should look her up and say hi&#8230;</p>
<p>It didn&#8217;t take long and I found her facebook page&#8230; only to see it had become a memorial page. She had died a year or so before, apparently after a long brutal fight against breast cancer.</p>
<p>It knocked the breath out of me&#8230;</p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t even make it to 50- life is so fucking unfair.</p>
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		<title>By: podrock</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2020 03:05:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Had to. &#039;Cause I had this dream, she clothed in white, face painted to match. Creepy, but she was sweet, a kiss on my cheek and an offer to help with cooking. And I rarely dream about her, despite our short lived but very close orbit. She hasn&#039;t appeared in an obit since I checked last. 

Two years ago I found out a former friend, a best mate, with whom I&#039;d had an epic falling out, hadn&#039;t had any coms for decades, died homeless, a two sentence obituary in a local paper to Mark his passing. 

There is no word in English to describe this feeling.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Had to. &#8216;Cause I had this dream, she clothed in white, face painted to match. Creepy, but she was sweet, a kiss on my cheek and an offer to help with cooking. And I rarely dream about her, despite our short lived but very close orbit. She hasn&#8217;t appeared in an obit since I checked last. </p>
<p>Two years ago I found out a former friend, a best mate, with whom I&#8217;d had an epic falling out, hadn&#8217;t had any coms for decades, died homeless, a two sentence obituary in a local paper to Mark his passing. </p>
<p>There is no word in English to describe this feeling.</p>
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