I found out that a friend of mine died over the weekend. This was not a “we saw it coming.” It was sudden, and completely unexpected.
Sometimes, you know someone, and you are completely aware that there was a time before you’d met…but you just can’t figure out how long ago it was. Annette was like that for me, I just don’t know how long I’ve known her. Now, a silhouette shaped like Annette has been cut from the pattern of my life.
Words are failing me when I really want them. There has to be a story, something that will stitch things so that they make sense…but I don’t know what it is.
Last year, I lost two friends. George was killed in an attempted robbery. Elise died from a post-surgical infection. George’s tragic murder has story, context, and a clear narrative path to grieving and healing. Elise’s passing had those things too.
Annette’s death, for me, has no such cushion to rest on. All I see is where she was, and will no longer be.
There were tales I’d yet to tell her. There were hugs, and affection left to give.
Don’t make the mistake of not taking opportunities to give those hugs, that affection, and tell those tales. We can never do it all, and we may always feel something has been left undone.. Acceptance will be easier if we know we did all we could have.
I think there are some things that should be said whenever the chance presents itself. They are:
- I’m proud of you
- You are a good person
- I accept you
- I love you
- I’m sorry
- I forgive you
- Thank you
Thanks for reading my ramble. I hope you are well, and take every chance to make your relationships as meaningful as you can.
I appreciate you very much.