A friend died. Again.
She was 52. She had a laugh that would make you forget all you problems. She always seemed happy. The tragedy is, she held the pain in. She will be remembered for that laugh, it made the air ring.
When death comes someone told me it is a Right of Passage.
Right.
We never know when it will come. This is the second friend in this age group in as many years. I never said goodbye, I never let her know how much her laugh changed my mood for the better. I never let her know her value to me.
Unfinished deeds. Unfinished business.
Now I will never have that oppotunity. She and her husband raised their children and she played with her grandchildren, but still, not enough time. Or maybe it was for her, just not enough for me. Time is so relative, before you know it, death has taken someone from us. Again. Time’s up. Run out. No more. There are no more chances.
I am writing through the pain and sorrow, someone told me to do that. Good or bad, I can’t make sense of death. Intellectually I understand, and metaphysically I understand the soul is free from a failing house, doesn’t make it any easier.
When my other friend died it affected me more,54, I saw her every day, she was strong, powerful, self possessed and kind. She had a way to motivate , but the innocence of a child was captured in her heart and eyes. She understood 5 year olds and heads of state and dealt with both with equal acumen.
Amazing woman, Brilliant, she chose to educate our youth . She gave them the needed tools for life as well as guidance. I marveled at her patience and told her so, and I told her I loved her on the day she died. Not enough time. Cancer took both suddenly without warning. I am left wondering…
au deux. Private. Personal. Final.
Wonder will their souls meet somewhere, they never met on this plane.
Is there a knowingness , somewhere. The other side.
Among the stars, on another plane of consciousness.
How long before they come back?
Loss.
