A few hours ago another lifelong relationship vaporized in death, and I am feeling numb, sad, and truthfully, a little mad. This man was one of the few who was more brother than teammate, classmate, and friend. It feels like I have a big hole in me as his death was unnecessary and premature.
Emotional pain gains its greatest strength in hopelessness. When hope is gone, life leaves, and it's only a matter of time before the heart stops. My friend lost hope - his wife died, his construction business failing, as were relationships with his only adult child and new wife.
Alcohol soothed the pain, erased fear, and provided the temporary illusion of peace. No amount of pleading, persuasion, and prayer could stop this demon from destroying my
friend. Alcohol exercised its power over a willing vessel, and as we all knew, brought the inevitable end.
I am empty, as only the death of a close friend can leave you.
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