One of the many little things I do for one of my jobs is read the obituaries.
Death notices. It could be depressing, but it's not really. I do get sad when I read about people who die at a young age. I don't know how to reason with that.
I think about death a lot, but that's another story for another time. [Just FYI: I don't think about death in a depressing way, but just thinking about our perspective of death. It's interesting.]
Back to the obits: I read them.
And I think about you.
The names remind me of everyone. First names. Last names. Middle names.
I'm fascinated by the flood of memories that comes to me just by reading names. People from church. People from elementary school. High school. Friends of friends. People I crossed paths with for a day, a week, a month...years. People I haven't seen in decades.
Do you think about me? Do you remember me?
Sometimes I want to send a message, "Hi, I'm thinking about you." Is that creepy?