A dear friend lost her husband unexpectedly yesterday.  I got the message late last night and when I returned the call, I discovered that sympathy and compassion were not the only emotions to come to the fore.

As travel plans were discussed, some weighed and other forcibly abandoned for work obligations, I felt stymied.  Frustrated that I couldn’t be with my friend and irritated that professional demands have taken the place of flesh and blood relationships.  Why couldn’t I just put everything on hold and fly across the country to be at her side?  Wouldn’t my clients, employers and colleagues understand and grant me the wide berth that death requires?  Haven’t they all experienced the crunch that time imposes upon the meandering of emotion?  Who has ever successfully reined it in?

After the call, I showered and got ready for bed.  That’s when the serious fretting began.  As the water pounded my back, I knew that something or someone would invariably suffer, no matter what my decision.  Work, if I chose my friend and my friend, if I chose work.

Suddenly, a surge of anger passed over me.  Are these the days when peers are slowly lost?  Why must all our meetings be in funeral parlors instead of sunny beaches where we laugh over old memories?  Do we care so little for each other that we can’t make time to share what time we have left?

I imagined what it would be like to have the old gang together, older but still good-humored, sipping cocktails around a roaring fire at the Dunes, laughing in the carefree way we espoused in youth and hang onto today in defiance.  I couldn’t help but smile to myself, seeing their faces in my mind’s eye, and I felt buoyant.  Irritation washed down the drain with the rest of the suds and I realized why we meet in sorrow:  Joy is easy; it gives one wings, but grief is hard to bear alone. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: