Bereavement

I listened to a message you had left that sunny September day in 2023, letting me know you were in the hospital – ‘doing okay,’ although you said you were feeling very weak.

It’s hard to listen to now because you’re gone. It was just three months from your diagnosis to your death. As we talked during those months, you said that it had been a couple of years that things were starting to not feel right. You said you were tired all the time, and you couldn’t get to your doctor, and when you finally did, he minimized what was happening. Unfortunately, you weren’t someone who would demand being adequately treated.

By the time they had ordered tests when you had called me from the hospital, it was already basically too late (although no one could know that in the moment).

But I think you did know. I think that’s why you had me take you home that night. I’m sure you were terrified, and you were trying to run from it. I understand it now in a way that I didn’t before.

I’m so sorry that we never got back to the kind of friendship we had in our twenties. I don’t really know what happened, but maybe it was just time moving on and life shaping us.

I hope you know that I always loved you, and always wished that we could be friends again. I know that you loved me, but I didn’t feel like you liked me very much, and I felt hurt and defensive.

If there’s another place where I’ll see you again, I hope that we’re in our best selves with each other. But I’ll be glad to see you no matter what.

I’m also glad I saved your message – I’ll take the bitter to have the sweet.

I think she’s insulating me from too much pain. While she lived, she was such a comfort through my grief after my mom died in January, 2020 – a month or so before the world was thrown into the Covid-19 pandemic.

My friend sent me a video of the Pretender’s I’ll Sta nd By You, and Cyndi Lauper’s True Colors, when the fall-out from my mom’s death was happening with my sisters, while my younger brother was spiraling from schizophrenia, in and out of hospitals. I was trying so hard to help keep him alive, and I soon realized that I couldn’t (and cannot) save him. I can only love him and hope that he is getting what he needs.

Just three years after my mother died, she died. And now another friend from my youth is slipping away from cancer too. I have had three friends, and likely soon, a fourth, die from cancer in three years. Is cancer more prevalent now? It seems so.

We could and did talk about everything, and she accepted me as I was, and I, her. I feel sad for people who don’t have that person in their life. That person who knows all about you and likes you anyway. That person who answers the phone at 3 a.m., and stays on the line for as long as you need.

We could be who we were, wheat and chaff, and we had so much laughter and fun too.

She was one of the smartest people I knew. She had such a depth of understanding and a thirst to know. about. e v e r y t h i n g.

I have many people in my life who are dear to me. I met them at high points and at low points, and I am grateful for their presence in my life – even if I couldn’t fulfill what they thought I could do if only I’d try more.

I wanted to, is all I can say. I don’t understand why my brain works the way it does, but my therapist tells me all the time that deep trauma and depression is the hardest condition to treat. It just is. It’s like a virus that morphs when you treat one aspect, only to present itself another way.

Having had so many wonderful healers in my life has been a greater bounty than I could ever repay, and I hope each and every one of them know that I love them, and how important they were. I hope I gave them a sense of love and gratitude that they felt.

I hope my friend is singing among the stars now, or I hope that she is doing whatever it is that matters to her. She’s probably just energy now, but there was an essence that was her spirit or soul, or whatever, while on earth, and I think that is what defines us here, and is what we leave with.

I sense her smiling, and waiting for me. She told me she’d be there to meet me when it’s my time to go. It’s not mine to know when this life will be done, but I still have things that are important to me to do.

Don’t wait to do them, she whispers. Don’t wait.