When Death walks among the young, he is particularly unwelcome.
At twenty seven, my brother should not have been carrying a best friend’s coffin. And yet, today, he did just that.
I am sad, and angry, and reminded of losses of my own.
I spent today, while my parents, brother and sister-in-law said goodbye to someone taken far too young and far too suddenly, with my brother’s children and my own small boy. I was reminded, as is so often the case, that life refuses to be put on hold for our grief. Children still need naps, and they will persist in laughing, crying, and perhaps if we’re exceptionally lucky, requiring changes of clothing in the middle of the day.
Life will go on. And to properly honor the memories who leave before us, we ought to live. Well, truly, fully, honestly, hilariously, tragically.
So, to Nick, and always to my dear Glenn, you were loved. You will be sorely missed.
To everyone I love, whose lives touch mine, in every way, l’chaim.