Saturday, October 16, 2010
Look up the odd time. You'll see me.
One of my Facebook friends, who is also a writer, in the last six weeks lost his mother to illness and his girlfriend to a breakup, the two events happening within days of each other, posted a status that professes that he "is (still) writing out grief....."
I don't know him that well but a rather interesting and (somewhat) innocent flirtatious encounter we had four years ago [he made me blush. That's hard to do] garnered a Facebook friendship and I've followed him along ever since.
One of his friends wrote in return: That road is long. I'm only a little ahead of you on it. Look up the odd time; you'll see me.
Brilliant. So brilliant in fact, no one has dared tarnish it by commenting after.
I understand his pain. I've been there. I've been on that road and I'm still on it although the good days FAR out weigh the bad -- this year. The (still) implies that this grief is grating on him I suppose. I understand that too.
Anyway, I promised a while back that I hoped to not turn into the Alanis Morrisette of blogging so I will stop here and simply say, Thanks to my Friends who've spent a lot of time listening. You know who you are.
And if you are on that road somewhere behind me. Just look up ahead. You're catching up.