Losing Good Friends
“We still pick up the phone to call them, only to have to remind ourselves that they're gone. ”
I have high hopes for today.
I'm supposed to have a procedure that will eliminate, or at least lessen, some of the pain. Basically, the doctors will stick a needle into my chest and drain fluid from the lung we think is causing the problem.
If it works, life will become much, much better.
If it doesn't work, I'm not sure what we'll do. I'm not sure that there will be anything to do.
But it's hard to really concentrate on all this. I've lost several friends in the last few weeks, and I guess I'm still trying to make sense of that. Trying and failing.
I don't think the loss of a good friend ever really makes sense. I think it's more a question of finding some way to accept it. That's the hard part.
We still pick up the phone to call them, only to have to remind ourselves that they're gone. Especially when they're young, it's hard not to dwell on how much life went un-lived.
Actually, it all pretty much comes down to one thing: There's never a right time for them to die.
No ... old or young, accident or illness, sudden or expected, it all comes down to the same thing. When we lose someone, we miss them.
7:00 AM ET | 01- 8-2008 | permalink


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