A life Once Lived

Recently it seems that many people I know have lost those they love. If their life is not gone, it has been going. Slowly, day by day, in the quiet sound of a cough or ache. Today, I got up, got ready, went to work, was upset that I couldn't find the supplies I needed on my lunch break, check my email and froze. There it was. A close friend of mine had passed. Out of the blue, leaving behind heartache and memories.

Some would be mad, some angry that a higher power decided to take this one from us. That why could another go instead. And then I think of how beautiful the love that is washed in after this moment. Because when they are taken there is this light that they left and it seems to grow only larger with each passing second. It grows and pull in energy from people near and far, memories once forgotten, friends banding together to reel from the sudden loss. This light grabs hold of those who loved them.

I'm not saying I didn't cry, I'm not saying I don't miss him, I'm not saying I wish he were still here because that would be the best gift anyone could offer.

But the important part is that what they left behind was beautiful. They left those who were blessed enough to hear their laugh, to share a hug, to know this heart was pure and loving in a different sense. With a different thought on life. With a calm in their heart, a memory in their soul and forever a tear on their heart.

I'm so sorry for the losses that you my friends have had. You will truly be missed. I love you.