I hadn’t seen you yet since it happened. When I did, the pain and wisdom in your eyes was only something that comes from the deep grief of losing a parent. The eyes forever changed. And selfishly, I wondered if anything would ever be the same. If your eyes would return to their “normal” soft state, and the answer is no. Why and how could they? Why should they? One day we’ll all carry these eyes, the wisdom, this painful right of passage. This is THE experience, THE lesson that every single one of us is bound to face. It is the only truth we have. Greif is what teaches us to love, and for some of us seemingly too late. And then we’re left to decide whether we bear it or let it bury us alive right next to our loved ones. It’s loss like this that cracks the heart wide open, that lets the light right in. Reminds us of what we are, why we’re here. How deeply we can feel and love, and how often we pretend we don’t. And so I gave you a big, long hug, because that’s all I can give in moments like this and the many more to inevitably come.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 