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Many thanks to everyone who offered words of support or encouragement in response to my last two posts.
I still haven't figured out what is up with the pending divorce. SOMEbody has had a severe change of personality, is the only thing I can figure. These people used to be happy, and now there are restraining orders, accusations of abuse, nonpayment of bills as a punitive measure, all the things one sees in truly ugly divorces. I wish I knew what was really going on underneath all that. Most of all, I wish I knew whether the happiness I thought I saw was really there and has now gone, or whether it was never there at all.
My bereaved friend is eating and sleeping and forming coherent sentences. I feel so badly for her... Almost no further information about the crash is available. Yesterday the weather finally cleared up enough that the bodies could be recovered from the lake, and they are being held pending FAA autopsy. The memorial gathering is Saturday (thus we're not going to Romana's wedding Saturday). I think this one affects me a little more strongly than other deaths in my circle of acquaintances for a couple of reasons: he was almost exactly my age, and it was a crash. Knowing of Dave's death, I face my own mortality more squarely than I do when a seventy-year-old friend who's been battling some disease for ten years dies.
More fluffy update stuff about me in another post. For this post, I am simply very glad to have friends.
I still haven't figured out what is up with the pending divorce. SOMEbody has had a severe change of personality, is the only thing I can figure. These people used to be happy, and now there are restraining orders, accusations of abuse, nonpayment of bills as a punitive measure, all the things one sees in truly ugly divorces. I wish I knew what was really going on underneath all that. Most of all, I wish I knew whether the happiness I thought I saw was really there and has now gone, or whether it was never there at all.
My bereaved friend is eating and sleeping and forming coherent sentences. I feel so badly for her... Almost no further information about the crash is available. Yesterday the weather finally cleared up enough that the bodies could be recovered from the lake, and they are being held pending FAA autopsy. The memorial gathering is Saturday (thus we're not going to Romana's wedding Saturday). I think this one affects me a little more strongly than other deaths in my circle of acquaintances for a couple of reasons: he was almost exactly my age, and it was a crash. Knowing of Dave's death, I face my own mortality more squarely than I do when a seventy-year-old friend who's been battling some disease for ten years dies.
More fluffy update stuff about me in another post. For this post, I am simply very glad to have friends.
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"To this sacred place I come, drawn by the eternal ties that bind my soul to the soul of my beloved. Death has separated us. You are no longer at my side to share the beauty of the passing moment. I cannot look to you to lighten my burdens, lend me your strength, your wisdom, your faith. And yet what you mean to me does not wither or fade. For a time we touched hands and hearts, still your voice abides with me, your tender glance remains a joy to me. For you are part of me for ever; something of you has become a deathless song on my lips. And so beyond the ache that tells how much I miss you, a deeper thought compels: we were together. I hold you still in mind, and give thanks for life and love. The happiness that was, the memories that do not fade, are a gift that can not be lost. You continue to bless my days and years. I will always give thanks for you. "
From Gates of the House, the New Union Home Prayer Book, pub. by Central Conference of American Rabbis.
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