FILE: Condolences
FROM:2016-02-27
ARCHIVED: 2020-08-03
(c) Copyright Brett Paufler

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Perhaps, the greatest truth is that as time goes by, my heart grows harder and darker.

My father died.
Condolences were offered.
I used it as an opportunity to reach out.
The offer did not take.

As such, this is the main text ([redacted] as suits my needs) of the second email (my response) in a string that lasted for two round trips in total and not a moment longer.

In some sense, this file may make more sense hanging off of the page commemorating my father.  But it really is scrap.  Don't ask me why I have been hanging onto it for so long.  Perhaps, I had hoped for a few more round trips.

Alas, I no longer hope for such things.

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[Redacted] 

Thank you for expressing your concern regarding my father.

I must admit, it hit me harder than I was expecting.

In your email, you mentioned a [file].  Attached, is the [file], you sent back in 2012.  If you can find it, I would appreciate receiving your current version;  as would I appreciate a copy of the [file] for [redacted].

What is the great excitement in your neck of the woods this time of year?
Chinese New Years wasn't too long ago and that's a bit of excitement here in [redacted], fireworks and such.  Though, not as loud as Jan 1st, those fireworks lasted all night, sounded like a war zone.

Love, Brett