We know this is how it works, every life must end. That being so, why does it hurt so when it happens?
It's funny, or at least it makes me thoughtful, how somebody else's loss can make me think about my own losses. My past ones, and my future ones. Death reminds us of the pain of our loved ones' mortality.
But this is what we do, regardless. We come together for one another, we put aside our own sadness or contemplativeness to help carry the burdens of our friends. Or even if I can't really help carry anything, at least my presence can help them know they're not alone.
No man is an island. It makes sense that this death makes me a little thoughtful and sad, this Uncle, Father, and Brother of people for whom I care. I love that essay. Every loss does affect me, everyone's pain is my pain, this is part of being human. I would not have it any other way.
The water is wide, I cannot swim. And neither have I wings to fly.... But build me a boat, and we both shall row, my love and I.
I sit here alone today, but in life I am not alone. I know this, even if I forget sometimes. Nobody is... And maybe we should spend more time in life together, remembering and celebrating that.
This post dedicated to Leo, and Howard, and departed friends everywhere.