From a colleague, on a friend of hers who just walked in front of a train. -

Thanks, [Zorak]. We are all grieving--for the people on the train, the crew, his family. He played trumpet at my son's wedding, taught mobility with my students (he was an instructor for the blind), played in the same marching band with me, and it goes on and on. Larry knew the Lord. This depression demon he fought was bigger than I realized. Hug [Old Oligarch]. Hug [Baby V]. Everyone needs to feel real love.
'Nuf preaching.
Blessings! Marie

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