I got a little sleep. Probably about 4 hours. Good enough. Two of the women I follow on twitter lost a parent yesterday. I know how horrific that can be, and both are completely leveled by it. I think one of the worst parts is the disbelief that you can survive without them. It’s really hard to have the rug you’ve been standing on your entire life yanked out from under you. It can make an adult feel like a helpless child instantly. Intellectually, you berate yourself for feelings that don’t feel age appropriate. But emotionally, it’s exactly how it feels. It takes a while to make that final step forward, and recognize the fact that you will be able to go on living, even after your parent has died. By a while, I mean a long time that can’t be measured in clock time. The healing is internal. The process of becoming your own parent is scary, painful, and hard to wrap your mind around.
But it can be done. I know this because I did it. Eventually. And with much reluctance. Because it’s not fair for parents to die. They should live as long as their offspring. With some exceptions, parents are a necessary support system for feeling okay about living on this world full of hatred, ugliness, beauty, and delight. Life is hard. Life without a parent is harder. Being your own parent and continuing to go on sucks. It’s a victory, but it still sucks. Because you’ll always have that painful scar from the loss. We all live with pain. But that doesn’t make it suck any less. I feel strong empathy for my friends who are suffering so much right now. I can’t do or say anything to help them feel better, no matter how much I wish I could. All I can do is acknowledge the ache in my own heart, and remember how vulnerable, and leveled they are now, and will be for a long time.
I think we are all connected on an invisible level. I believe this, because I want to believe it. I’m not religious by any stretch, but I do feel a connection to all that is alive. I know that any love and good thoughts I aim in the direction of another will be accepted on some level. I’m glad of this. It allows me to share the love in my heart without the physical connection that causes me so much anxiety. I always picture people in my minds eye as children. I think we’re all children internally. I think adulthood is masks and responsibilities. Shhhh.