Requiem for a lost friend

shea coleman
Jul 25, 2017 · 2 min read

He is gone.

Just like that — he is no longer one to be seen nor heard, just remembered. There is a feeling of sucker punch, followed by a dull deep ache that at this moment seems interminable — my body’s way of keeping him close.

The audacity of the universe for reaching out and plucking him from the fabric of our Lives!

Celebrate his life? Perhaps, but not now. This ache is a palpable reminder of the power, the finality, and the irreversibility of death. It must be borne. Now is the time to acknowledge the emptiness left in his wake — the vacuum of spirit that once was flesh and bone.

Feel the pain, face it head-on, savor it, experience it fully. This is not simply an experience of emotion; this is the specter of a nexus, a very profound one. A nexus that underlies the entirety of who and what we are. It is the nexus that cuts to the very quick of our identity, between “being”, and “not being”. This pain reminds us of our inevitable arrival at the celestial estuary, the one in which we ourselves will one day make that permanent to transition into the ocean of eternity.

This ache, it is not indulgent, nor is it morose, it is recognition of the incredible impact of this singular event on the horizon of our body, mind, and soul.

First there will be pain, the pain will eventually give way to perspective. Perspective will then engender healing — An age-old alchemical process that permeates our being.

Eventually we will arrive back at normalcy — first however, we must attend to the pain.

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