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On Monday nights, I go to this thing called “Grace Groups.” As you might imagine from the first word of that concept, it’s put on by a church. I’ve been going to church more consistently since maybe December 2017, probably for the longest stretch of my life to date. I’m not going to fully deep dive you here but would I say I’m very religious? No, didn’t grow up that way. Would I say I’m spiritual and think about stuff? Yes. Would I say I believe every word of the Bible to the letter? No. (And I don’t think that’s the point.)
Last night at Grace Groups, we were supposed to bring items of personal significance to us. Most of the people are married so there were a lot of wedding albums/photos/whatnot. I am not married (was once), and I’ve also moved a ton since about 2010, so I don’t have a ton of sheerly physical possessions to bring to an event like this.
I do wear a necklace most of the time with a silver squid/octopus on it. I do this for my friend who passed away in late September 2017. At Grace Groups, we all had to talk about the items we brought. I went last because I wasn’t fully emotionally ready to do all that, and I only spoke a little bit, but I still got a little bit choked up. So I decided this morning that I wanted to write a little bit about loss.
