Last weekend I lost a very dear friend of mine. I have not recovered.
My mind, my head feel full, pressured, blocked.
My hands, as I write, feel numb, thick, unwieldy.
My heart, oh that feels. But what? As I hear his voice in my head, his laughter, see his goofy smile and remember the stupid, silly things he said and did. What can I allow it to feel?
I break down in tears over and over again and then laugh. Then I am so angry and embittered. Not at God, not at this young man, not at myself even. I think I’m just angry at life.
What a crazy thing this life is. So strong and binding…
So fragile and transient…
I’ve seen the pictures of birds on the internet, the swallow that feeds his dying mate, the protection of a pod of dolphins. I don’t know what they’re feeling, what is happening inside them. Maybe we are unique in the depths of our feelings, the strength of the attachments we are capable of forming.
Maybe we aren’t…
But I know enough of all of us that, if we let ourselves, we all enjoy living, we love life.
That means that when it is taken, when it is ended too quickly, when it is ended at all, a part of us dies too.
So, maybe how I feel right now is a gift from God too. Maybe the hurt that I can’t feel, and the hurt I can’t allow myself to feel are all part of the evidence that, as stupid and ridiculous as I am, I’m alive.
I only know that I would rather feel this loss and know love, know friendship, than to set my heart aside and truly never live.
I can feel.