(Content: Death of a loved one)
Last month, a longtime friend of our family was called home.
It feels like it’s too personal of a thing to talk about on here, but when has that stopped me before?
But a personal loss is something I haven’t spoken about on here. In a way, I figured it was as inevitable as death is. And as grim or insensitive as that sounds, I’ll consider this post a way to process my feelings about our loss a bit more.
This friend wore many hats through many generations that were related to her, or knew her close enough to be extended family. Even as I write this, I remember how vast of a turnout there was, and how it even dissolved tension between a few I was aware of.
That last part is something I have been familiar with in other friends who have passed, where there was a call to let go of old criticisms and disagreements. In one case, it was for the person who passed.
Here, it was not. She had no enemies. And if she did, keep us away from them, and them from us.
Of all the memories I have with her, the heaviest one will be the last time we met. Before that, it was often in the name of assisting others if not herself. Sometimes there was frustration shared between us, but it would be resolved fast.
Not just because I had to check my anxiety, and maybe even my warped ego at times, but also understand that we were of different worlds that inspired a brief back-and-forth when they happened, and even why.
But it’s the laughter, the serenity, the genuine and mutual well-wishes that overshadow all of that.
Not everyone who passes may have that luxury from those who survive them, and that’s expected based on how someone may have lived. She lived a life that nearly filled most spaces that honored her on the day we gathered.
And it wasn’t just to say goodbye. It was to say “thank you.”