Hemmingway said “Every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name” whats a anecdote about someone youve lost?

Hemmingway said “Every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name” whats a anecdote about someone youve lost?

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  1. In December I talked with a friend of mine about paying him a visit when the weather warmed up. We agreed around Memorial Day would be good. Before I phoned him up last week to firm up plans, I Googled his name to get his address for planning the drive

    The first hit was his obituary.

  2. My mum had a friend, he was the kindest, most caring guy I have ever met. He was more like a father to me and my two brothers than our actual father. Anyway, he used to remove his false teeth to make my younger brother laugh. He only had 3 real teeth remaining and would give a huge grin. I miss him

  3. I live in New Zealand. My dad was a POS, but one day he heard that my grandparents (his parents) who lived in Australia had been scammed out of about 90% of their life savings by their accountant.

    He left for work early one morning, came home a little bit later than usual and went to bed. Years later I learned he flew to Australia that morning, showed up at the accountant’s house and threatened him until he returned the money, then flew straight back to NZ.

    Total monster who killed himself after destroying our family, but I can get behind that one.

  4. Back before kayaks were a thing, Kurt and I would drive down to boat landings in the SC Lowcountry. We’d pack the kayaks with a sandwich and a 12-pack of Bush beer. We’d get an early start, ceremoniously eat a little lsd and head off into the swamp for a day of exploring and philosophy. We saw so much amazing stuff: wildlife galore, from birds to gators, sea turtles to wolf spiders. Sometimes we’d just paddle up under I-95 and laugh. Sometimes we’d climb up into the Morris Island light house and camp in the old light. We had great adventures and I miss him a lot.

  5. My grandma used to make me pancakes every Saturday because she knew how much I loved them. My siblings had different things they liked to eat so the adults would eat pancakes with me. I always appreciated that.

    This one’s kinda funny. One time the phone rang in the middle of the night and she wasn’t able to get to it in time. The second time it rang, she picked it up and said hello. The lady who called said “I must have dialed the wrong number.”

    “Obviously you did.” *click*

  6. My grandfather, born in 1922, went to DC with my hippie uncle to protest the Vietnam war. They both got teargassed. He had to hide his liberal views from the conservative engineering firm he worked for.

  7. A college professor I had great admiration for kept a banner stretched out on the wall at the front of his classroom which read:

    “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

    – Mark Twain

    When I emailed him on break to arrange a long overdue visit, my email bounced back. I later learned that he had passed away . . .

  8. 1997. I got a card in the mail while I was locked up. The outside said “You getting any lately?” The inside said “I meant mail, you pervert.” It was from my friend Jody. There was a letter in the envelope checking up on me, telling me about what he was up to since he got out. He had gotten a terrible sunburn at the beach, but he was ecstatic about it because the Dr.’s had given him painkillers, so he was feeling no pain. He died a few days later from an OD, I read about it in the paper. He was a good friend to me. He promised he wouldn’t forget me once he got out and he kept his promise. So many people are gone now, lost to drugs, car accidents, suicides. I have so many memories, but Jody keeping his promise has really stayed with me through the years. When I picture him he’s forever 17 years old wearing his kitchen whites, smiling at me while he puts food on my tray, or sneaking me notes in chow hall.

  9. I remember my Papa’s (grandpa) funeral. He fought in WWII, so there was a lot of military personnel present in addition to flags, according to my parents. But I don’t really remember that, instead I remember the flowers, because my Nona (grandma) was part of a florists club. I also vividly remember her nearly falling into my Papa’s open grave while reaching for some flowers to give me and my sister. It was probably a somber moment to everyone else, but to me it is one of the few memories I have of my Nona, who I know loved me more than the world.

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