Loss of a friend
The loss of a friend, who is like a brother,
or sister, is perhaps one of the most painful events
in ones life. It can never be anticipated, for
denial in the contingency of life is hard to
bear, yet there it is, friends die, other brothers,
and yes sisters.
I don’t know how to handle it well, but healing
comes, though the inner loss is forever as
long as I live in this world. Perhaps we
all collect these losses, yet we move on,
healing happens no matter how slowly.
Yet I have no regrets for my losses,
for the depth of relationships and love
is worth the loss and mourning,
for without them, is there life at all?