I have lost a friend. But it doesn’t feel real. Saying it out loud [or writing it here] does not make it feel real. And yet it is.
I have lost a friend. But the literal part of my brain [which is often -- and particularly, for better or worse, in personal relationships-- the dominant part] complains about semantics. It’s not like I set him down somewhere and forgot to pick him up. He left this world suddenly and unexpectedly.
I have lost a friend. But I understand. As much as our friends and family are a part of us, their passing leaves an empty space in us. That is our loss.
I have lost a friend. By coincidence it happened almost exactly a year after the loss of another friend. But it occurs to me that at my age, pretty much everything happens within a few days of the anniversary of some significant event.
I have lost a friend. And as much as I love all my online friends [and I really do] blogging and emailing and tweeting and such seemed far less important than my 3D world the last couple weeks.
I have lost a friend. And I hate when that happens.