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Death has a way of slipping in opened windows, unattended doors, and unguarded hearts. He hangs his hat silently, his departure more noticed than arrival.

There is no training growing up to prepare you for dealing with death. Or, perhaps I have been lucky enough to have not had to face it. I had all four grandparents for 24 years of my life, and have only attended two funerals. I know I am blessed.

People deal with death in different ways. Some need the company of friends, while others prefer solitude. The struggle I face is with dealing with everyone else's feelings and finding the words for survivors.

Today my community lost one of the classiest, friendliest, and warmest women I've ever met. Though our paths only crossed four years ago, I feel privileged to have known her.