Eventually I realized: This might be about my friend Tom dying. At least I think so. I am not good at identifying my own motives. It usually takes me at least ten days and a number of snacks to go from feeling something to being able to articulate what I felt. Indeed, I got the news ten days ago, in an email from my friend Jim.

via: The Sixth Stage of Grief is Retro-Computing — The Message — Medium

This is such an amazing and hard-to-describe piece…