During the darkest, most terrifying time of my life, an older man took my calls 24/7, helped me to think through my choices before acting rashly, listened to the rage and heartbreak that seemed bottomless, met with me when I was melting down, occasionally reminded me to get off my pity pot, and loved me fiercely through it all. He was fond of saying that he was a 19 year old spirit trapped in a broken-down body. This morning, he was released from that broken-down body. I am so happy for him, that his suffering is ended. But, I will miss him terribly. I have saved the emails and even the voice messages on my phone. And I can read or listen to those to recall his presence. And his voice remains in my head, recalling the last time I talked to him.
Today, in celebration of my friend's life, I will do my best to seize the day, even though my back is in agony this morning. I will remind myself that memories are made of small things as well as those occasions that are momentous. I will be grateful instead of stuck in fear or impatience. I know that my friend is part of a great energy swirling around. We came together out of a connection, felt deep inside. And that connection we felt has made me aware of how much joy and gratitude I have in my life. Rest easy, my friend.