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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
i cant believe he's gone
i cant believe you're going
i cant believe our family must die
(from RENT: "Goodbye Love")
My men are leaving me.
Shaun goes for reservist on the 25th. There goes 95% of the fun factor in the office. There will be a Shaun-shaped hole in my soul.
Len goes to England/Ireland on the 30th. No more late night chats over coffee. No more having someone there, just when you need some comfort.
Eugene goes to England/Paris/Scotland on the 5th. Can't whine over sms and receive hugs or offers to rough up bullies.
And then...
Lesley (very much a lady) leaves on the 7th. She's off to another organisation and that's the end of our work threesome.
How do I cope without my support structure?
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