I heard about someone’s death a few days ago. I won’t go into details because it’s really not my story to tell but they hadn’t been doing great for a while now and even though I didn’t actually know them that well anymore, I did feel sad about their passing.
Ever since then, I’ve been getting hit with random grief waves. I know those waves and I know how to deal with them (and myself) when feeling particularly sad but I’ve been thinking about loss a lot lately.
I’ve not experienced many big and/or painful losses in my life so far but the ones that I have experienced really made me feel like a hole had suddenly opened up in the middle of my chest, a canyon of grief, threatening to swallow me whole. And it was very acute, too. Boom. Pain.
But in the past few days, I’ve been thinking about how some losses are not like that at all. Some of them are very slow and almost…imperceptible. You only notice what’s happening when you really look at the situation. And that’s because it’s not a loss caused by death. Not in the general sense, at least.
I used to have a friend. Met them about 12 years ago, I want to say. I didn’t have friends back then. Only one, really. And them, of course. We were close, I’d like to think, sharing huge parts of our lives for a very long time. But we had our own paths to carve and monsters to slay so sometimes communication got a little slow or one-sided. It was fine, though. As I said in my other post this week, I want my friends to succeed always. And they were so important to me, I couldn’t even bring myself to be jealous or envious of their life going well. I was genuinely so happy. Celebrated every little victory.
Unfortunately, and I don’t know why, all communication has slowed to a halt now. The last time we spoke was a quick exchange on New Year’s. And even before that we hadn’t really talked in months except for a short message here or there.
I’ve sent messages, just to ask how they’re doing. They read them, I can see that they did, but I’ve gotten no reply. And I generally don’t want to pressure people into replying immediately because real life happens sometimes. But it’s been over six months now and I don’t think I’ll get one.
And that’s the kind of loss I’m talking about, I guess. I think that’s what makes it so painful, too. Because there wasn’t a life-altering event like a huge fight or death (as in “one of us dying”) that means “this is the end”. I don’t know what happened. I reckon it just stopped…being something, at some point.
And I’m a bit torn, honestly. Because I’m currently in a state of “I don’t actually know”. I feel like I’m in-between, somehow. I don’t know whether it’s over. Because I really, really want to grant people the benefit of the doubt, you know? I’ve got no idea what’s going on in their life. Maybe something big happened and they need time? But I also don’t know. It could also be their way of saying “hey, I’ve grown as a person and I think I’ve outgrown this relationship but I don’t know how to communicate that”. Or, and I have other friends who deal with insecurity, they just don’t know what to say. Because we haven’t spoken in a while or whatever else.
I guess I’ll keep waiting.
It hurts, though. Because they’re not dead and gone. They’re out there, existing. And yet there’s a profound sense of loss and heartbreak. Because they were a really big part of my life for such a long time and I have a lot of love for them and I’d like to know what’s happening in their life. Even if just to share their happiness for a moment.
Their birthday is coming up at the beginning of November. That makes it even harder. The most difficult part is though when someone asks about them. Came up in conversation a few days ago. I almost cried then and there.
I kinda feel like I keep losing. Like… I never stop going through that moment of “oh, they’re gone now, I’ve lost them”. That doesn’t stop. It’s continuous loss and grief.
But I’ll keep hoping.