Today, I wrote about the death of Jimmy Shirah, a Destin resident who passed away early Monday morning.
It’s the kind of story I dread.
Not because I knew him, but because I feel so awkward approaching people who’ve had a close friend or family member die and asking them to talk about him.
And because I feel a real pressure to do a good job on the story. Not that I don’t normally do a good job, but the last thing anyone needs is to open the Log and see a story that comes off disrespectful to their deceased spouse, kid or close friend.
And, of course, writing about people passing on always makes me conscious that I may not have as much time as I think I do, which is an unsettling realization to have.
Doesn’t make the job of writing the stories any less necessary though.

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