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Beyond the Mourning of Bereavement

Beyond the mourning of bereavement Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths an aching breaking heart – mine remembers four extinguished breaths. (dashed – not while riding off in a white horse open sleigh, but upon learning untimely demise regarding prosperous family, whose small plane crashed August 8, 2019. They lived ~ three doors down from us farther than one can toss a Buffalo nickelback.) The victims included; Jasbir Khurana, 60 (a professor of pathology and laboratory medicine at Temple University's Lewis Katz School of Medicine); Divya Khurana, 54 (a professor of pediatrics and neurology at the Drexel University College of Medicine, specializing in pediatrics, sleep) ; and the couple's youngest daughter Kiran Khurana 19 years old. No words can assuage the deep sorrow, this once upon a time neighbor (I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experienced disbelief, numbness, shock... attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved, and vacillated how to communicate heartfelt (I cannot ex spleen) sympathy, where words superfluous, yet... if for that challenge alone, an affinity with language spurred impulse to focus upon bountiness of joie de vivre imbibed years gone by, when every now and again chance encounters found yours truly (me) in delightful company regarding persons whose presence imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth... facilitating emotional philanthropy influenced long term positive memories to one experienced being outcast, ostracized, offensive... courtesy unfortunate series of circumstances beyond my control, which voiced unwelcome tension sabotaged reaching quality politeness displeased at unfriendly reactions reflexively, maliciously, impetuously... did little or no justice toward conflict resolution which altercations nearly, quickly did segway profoundly into unpleasant standoffs, yes bias, bigotry, bitterness begat bisel meshuga acutely aware I loathe uncouth actions regarding myself and strive to remain affable, cordial, friendly..., hence an object lesson, (albeit ex post facto) to abide by my inner integrity, ethos, dogma politesse..., especially when pitted against unsavory electric acid kool aid test tis then urgently vital to remain steadfast, and figuratively turn the other cheek particularly when populace under severe duress re: instigated by pathologically belligerent, ill mannered, rude... former president whose set abhorrent precedence, whereby people of nation follow suit, yet this nonconformist only hopes to affect positive within webbed wide world at large.

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Date: 8/8/2023 7:41:00 AM
So sad. Reminds me of the Bible verse at Ecclesiastes 9:11 re time and unforeseen occurrence. But I do believe in hope
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