I miss my irreplaceable people too. What a beautiful way to put that. I’m in the same place. 50 is behind me by a few candles and the generation above me is leaving in significant percentages. It aches to lose them.

Oddly, I take no comfort in Sartre, either. He was kind of a jerk. lol Criticized his partner’s memoir so soundly she didn’t publish it. But the connection to existential angst explained the dystopian dream.