Original link: https://conge.github.io/2022/05/28/remembering-Mark/
Introduction
The news of Mark’s death was May 11th. More than two weeks have passed since today.
During these two weeks, I tried to write something many times, but I didn’t get it.
Sometimes I feel like I have a lot to say, and sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say.
Mark and I don’t really know each other very well. We only met offline once and said a word or two. The rest of the communication is online, with proper netizens.
However, the two of us have a special connection, or a special relationship between the two of us and a small group of people in this world: we are both a rare disease with an incidence of only one in a million sick patients.
Because the two shared a disease, I always felt like I had a lot to say after Mark passed away. But at the same time, I also feel like I can’t say anything. After all, the two of us, apart from following each other’s Facebook, occasionally responding to each other’s speeches, and liking each other’s speeches, don’t have much communication, so we’re not really friends.
But if you don’t write it, you can’t let go. So, with this article today, I mourn Mark and put down the stone in my heart.
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