I found out a few days ago that one of my
childhood friends's father, passed away. It has been a while
since we last talked and a lot of things have changed. We’ve known each other
since we were kids – grew up in the same neighborhood, were in the
same class for eight years and took the same major in university.
I was at school when I got the unfortunate
news and the first thing I thought was to send her my condolences and embrace.
I had been meaning to call her after that but I put it on hold. Don’t think of
me unduly improper for not contacting her right away. It is because I knew that
when one has so much else to think about, it is easy not to give matters a
great deal of attention.
I did send a brief message a few days after– nothing dramatic or over the top. At some point during the
conversation, she seemed not beside herself with grief but I knew deep down
inside she wanted to bare her soul. But
then I realized that grief looks different on all of us.
She’s a strong woman and I am sure she wants
to project that to everyone. I don’t suppose the five stages of grief; denial,
anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, can happen in the blink of an
eye. But I do know she’s going to come around. Life can turn a dime.
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