So it is with love’s older and probably wiser sibling. Grief, the epic humanness of being willing to know life well, you learn first by being fretted over and missed and mourned over by others, by being on the receiving end. It grows in you the same kind of worthiness. Maybe you are moving away from a job or a community of people that grew to know you and count on you, and in their melancholy farewells in the office hallway or over the back fence you recognize something of how on your better days you tried to live. The feel of people longing after you and missing you begins your ability to
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