Well…
If you don’t want to read the rest of this, I’ll spare you by just giving you the spoiler in the first paragraph. There is no making sense of something senseless.
Ever.
It’s just something that you’re going to have to live with for the rest of your life.
For those of you still here, and thanks for hanging out, I’m going to tell most of you something you already know.
A close member of my family passed away recently.
My cousin, Adam, was a good kid. He was a funny kid, if you were ever lucky enough to get him to start laughing and coming out of the shell in which he so frequently would put himself. It wasn’t necessarily because he didn’t have anything to say or to add to the conversation. It just never seemed important to him to get involved in small talk with people outside of his circle.
Whereas I have never met a stranger in my entire life, Simon had a small network to which he stayed both loyal and opened. It was a very small percentage of the time which Simon didn’t want to talk to me, or didn’t have anything to say or joke about with me. I’ll never forget that about him. As I mentioned in a Facebook post, during the awkward times of clique-y high school drama crap, it was Simon that was closer to me than my brother was. After we graduated and got out into the real world, the three of us became closer, along with Simon’s younger brother Cory, and formed what I (and others in my family) liked to call the Brewster Roosters. While we weren’t inseparable, we would always just pick right back up from where we left off, every time we got back together.
He was a good man, and a good father.
And now he’s gone.
I’ve been wrestling with this since the night I found out by having my mother call me in tears and myself refusing to accept the truth. I’ve had some incredibly helpful advice from friends and co-workers. I’ve gained a deeper understanding and an increased awareness of some problems that I previously did not have. Above and despite all of that though, I have been left empty; searching for answers to a question that, at least for now, will never be answered. I have been left with anger, sadness, and a wide range of other emotions that come along with the kind of circumstances that was his passing. Still, I gain no new knowledge because of it.
I’ve since resolved myself to one bothersome truth.
There is, and will be, no solace for this tragedy.
None. No moment of clarity. No realization that things are better. No admission that it’s all a necessary and required part of “God’s plan.” Do I submit to God and realize that it’s not up to me to decide these matters? Of course I do. However, I don’t think that it diminishes me to be unable to understand why it had to be this way.
You never actually get over things like this, at least not as far as I can understand things. You just always have that void in your heart that you protect with everything you can, because having the painful void somehow feels more appropriate and right than having something or someone fill it. Because to fill that void with anything feels like you’re replacing that person who was so close and dear to you.
Lately I’ve found myself being overly sensitive to things, easily agitated, quick to anger, and sporadically melancholy. I’ve talked about answering the bell, and getting back to the best version of “normal” that you can muster. Those latter things are all valid and necessary things to do, and should well be done as quickly as possible. The former list enumerate things that I wish I could help prevent in a more effective way than the current form of improvised panacea (read: over indulgence of alcohol). I wish I had a better story for you.
I just don’t.
Not today anyway.
Today was supposed to be Simon’s birthday today…
…no clever sign off tonight…
…Simon was never really big on being flashy, anyway…