Tragedy

Today I learned of a terrible tragedy that has befallen a dear friend of mine. Dorinda’s eldest son Bradley died in an accidental drowning a day ago. I have no information about what happened, or who was involved. All I could think to do when I learned of this was to call her and just let her know that I love her and offer my support. What can you say to someone going through this? There is nothing that can ease this pain. Nothing. I know the feeling of loss when my father Morris passed away 16 years ago. But children are supposed to out live their parents. To lose a son this way is terrible and I just don’t have to words to express my feelings adequately enough. But I am willing to bet that I don’t have to. I am sure that each of you reading this, whether you know me personally or not can make yourself understand not only Dorinda’s loss, but how it feels to be her friend at this time. If you can’t, then I would ask that you simply take a moment to think about how you would feel in this situation. I don’t want to depress you, but it’s important to come to terms with grief. This is my way of coping: Talking to you in this electronic medium.
I have to say that I am thinking a bit more about mortality. My mother, who lives in my home, is not a healthy woman. And although I am sure she will not pass away suddenly in the night anytime soon, I am pretty sure that I will be here after she is gone. And I don’t know how I will handle it. I know that when my father died, I wound up on the floor in my living room crying into Heathers arms like a little baby. And the pain of having to return to the office where he and I both worked at the time and seeing all the people who knew us both was extremely difficult. Knowing that this pain lay in my future is doing nothing to improve my somber mood. Sigh.
This is all I can type for now. I need to rest my mind and my fingers.

Good Night.