holding / leaving

The first time that we travel towards death with a friend, a father, a mother, a lover – we simply do not understand where to put our feet, what to say, what to ask, where to hold and touch …. it is a loss of virginity and a sea of unknowing.

We do our best.

The complexity of life and longevity is that we may get to repeat this journey several times but the dying person does not – it’s once and only.

I just watched a documentary.

https://www.docplay.com/shows/andre-is-an-idiot

Cancer.

How many words have the power to unbalance and tip the world?

I sat in an office and knew that, as soon as they started talking, they would either propose or break up with me – it’s that stark, that cruel, that absolute.

Who survives is without shape.

I did.

My friend did not.

What is left standing is grief (a noun).

Who are left standing are grief-stricken (an adjective).

Everything needs a label but a feeling is a feeling is a feeling is a feeling is a feeling …..

I just watched ‘ANDRE IS AN IDIOT’.