The world lost an amazing person this week, and I’m feeling lost. There are so many things I want to say, so many half-formed strings of thoughts and feelings slipping in and out of my awareness that I’m certain most of them won’t take up residence, instead diffusing into the air around me. There’s the juxtaposition of having a good day while bad things are happening. The unfairness of a world we had no reason to believe was fair in the first place. The torture of a mourning that threatens to tear you in two but then refuses to do so. The grief for a person, a family, a love that never got a chance to be.
In the future, there will be words for my friend. Words whispered to a cushion of hair through snot and tears, and words spoken from a microphone, and words inscribed for our children and theirs to read and remember the imprint he made on everyone he met. Today, I can’t make those words, and I don’t even know if I should.
Spread some love today, friends. If not for me, if not for yourself, then for him.
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I know the feeling well. My heart goes out to you.
You spoke the words I could not find. Thank you. ❤️