On Monday a number of us lost a friend. On Tuesday a few hundred of us buried him. And every day since I have been thinking of him, his premature exit and the beautiful humans he has left behind.
And I’m writing this down because none of it makes any sense.
Our friend was funny and kind and passionate and silly. Just the sort of extra we need on our stage. But citing the words: cruel, hideous, desperate, wrong won’t bring him back… to enjoy his company just one last time.
And I’m writing this down because none of it makes any sense.
His beautiful wife is also our dear friend. Drawing on her inner-most-strength, she will build herself up again. And we will all be here to carry and support her. She will live on for him and parent for him and do the very best she possibly can, without him.
But I do ask why. Why didn’t I see our friend more often? Why did he have to go? Why are any of us here and then quite suddenly not here any more?
And I’m writing this down because none of it makes any sense.
