This post is hours late. Sorry about that. It’s been a very difficult day. Today while running some errands, I received word that a dear friend of mine, whom you may remember me mentioning in the past, finally lost her battle with cancer. The past week has been kinda caught up with sitting vigil, virtually lending support to her family.
R.I.P. Mother Hen. Thank you for enriching our lives.
There are many lines of thinking when it comes to what happens after our bodies give up and what is us, our soul, drifts away into the who knows. The topic is a hot one, wars have been waged, many have been killed over whose idea of the afterlife is the ‘right’ one. But this really isn’t about what happens to us after WE go, rather the emotional distress on those who have to move on without us.
It is all right to cry and grieve. It’s normal. It really is.
Yesterday we lost a great. Author Jay Lake passed away after a long fight with cancer. You can read about his battle at his blog, follow the Cancer tag and settle in for some deep reading.
I had this whole long thing planned out and it just sorta piddled away. He inspired me and though I never got an opportunity to meet him; he taught me. He made me very aware of health issues and of not brushing off things.
I’ll miss reading his blog, I’ll miss seeing the pictures of him from Cons. I hadn’t been online much yesterday, at least not at social media sites, and when I went to my fb early early this morning I saw my feed blowing up with pictures, RIP posts.
I hurt for his partner and his daughter and the rest of his family and network of dear friends, coworkers and colleagues. I’m sitting here weepy because I can just imagine how hard it must be for them to suddenly NOT have him there. And that’s the thing, I think, about dying. He’s out of pain, finally, the people who go, they’re gone, on to the next great adventure or whatever it is they believe, but for those who are left behind, they have to continue on and try to work around the sudden huge hole that appeared in their life. I don’t think, even though we knew it was coming, that one can ever really be prepared for someone passing on.
So R.I.P. Jay, and thank you for sharing your journey with the world.