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Right or wrong, below is a copy of my email to Lance, Sandra copying David (along with who knows else if I did accidentally press "reply all.") I'm afraid to look.
Watching me type away at lightning speed laughing m y husband said "like a moth to a flame you've just gotta just chime in on the latest class squirhmish." "Well someone has to!" "Or what?" he asked. He did have a good point. "I don't know" I said. For some reason it just seems uniquely sad." So here it is.
Hi Sandra and Lance.
I was saddened to read your emails. With all my heart I believe both of you and David are good souls. At your core, gentle souls.
In no manner am I minimizing your feelings, much less discounting them. Whether a stranger; acquaintance; friend or classmate (the latter easily spanning all three) I don’t like kmowing someone feels hurt. Devalued. Treated unjustly or any combination thereof; none of which you may feel. But in the event you might, a couple of thoughts, hopefully in some small way comforting.
First, Lance, I am so very sorry all your thoughts; emotion; photos and images are forever gone. Understandably you would feel gutted. I must believe David didn't realize its permanency. But remember this: whether visible or not, you’re still a good man. An adoring and adored father, a friend and loved by many. Do not despair.
Sandra, do not for a moment think anyone would (could) think you've been untruthful. You simply don't have it in you. You could live a thousand years and nothing could daunt your bright light. You'll always be that adorable little girl who emanates everything good, right and true. And all with an inimitably potent splash of sass. You too, are a friend to many and loved by all.
And so is David. Just like my feelings for you, my affection for him remains resolute. I read somewhere, were you to take a pen and piece of paper and draw a straight line from the left until the line runs off the page, then go back to the beginning of the line and mark small dot, it would look something like this: .______________________________________________________________________
The small dot represents our time here. The infinite line represents forever and ever and ever with no end. So just a thought: when hurting, sad, angry, disappointed; vilified; bemused; betrayed (you get the picture) in the end few things will have really mattered. Among them is how we treated others. The kind of life we lived. How we hope to be remembered. It's a safe bet we won't reminiscing over what someone thought about us. Even a safer bet, we won’t be reminiscing over who said or did what on our high school forums.
Lance, moments ago I saw where David apologized for the deletion of your posts, photos and images. I believe him. I also believe sometimes David is like an Oreo cookie; hard on the outside, soft (hearted) within. Because of that, I won't be surprised if he allows you back on the forum. He's that kind of guy. Neither will I be surprised if you summarily reappear, the two of you settling into a happy (okay, tolerable) mutual existence, keeping an eye on that tiny dot on the far left edge of the paper. As for you sweet Sandra, I'll buy the wine; you pick the place. Plan on hanging for hours. And hours. Abundant love for each of you.
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