Grief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and death to touch every person in a totally unique way ~~ Unknown
I use this space to tell you what is going on, what I’m struggling with, things I wish I could actually tell you. Maybe it is stupid or pointless because it is a poor replacement for the real thing, but I do draw some comfort from being able to “talk” to you. Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to share my secrets with my childhood imaginary friend; my invisible, untouchable, and out-of-reach confidant.
When you lose your confidant, it becomes a one-sided conversation. I still think all of these things; they don’t just go away. I still want to say them and quite often I do still say them out loud to you. I can’t tell you the amount of times I have gotten strange looks from people as I say things out loud to you. So how do you shut off all of the things you are used to talking about? You can’t. This just means I have a lot of one-sided, empty, unfulfilling, and tragically lonely conversations with myself.
Zach, we talked about anything and everything all day long. I see something funny and I still reach for my phone to text you. I am annoyed at work and I want to pick up the phone and call you. I want to hear about your lunch break, about your funny students making you laugh, the female teacher drama you so desperately tried to avoid at work. I want to tell you when I’m sad, hear you encourage me when I am overwhelmed, to be told everything will be OK one day. I want to listen to you talk about our future, excitedly dream about getting your Ph.D., passionately drone on about History I could never understand the way you do. I want to people watch and make sarcastic comments quietly to each other, talk about the family property and our big plans for it, strategize our next travelling adventure.
When you lose your confidant even the monotony of daily life, the trivial things, the insignificant things become something you desperately wish you could say. It isn’t just the big things that you want to talk about, discuss, and analyze. The small things become huge when you are faced with the reality of not being able to say it to the one person you want to. Of course I have my family, friends, and coworkers that I can talk to, but it isn’t the same.
You are the one I am used to sharing everything with: the mundane, the important, the major, the minor. And now I don’t have that. The silence is excruciating and it constantly reminds me of how alone I am. I want my partner, my confidant, my best friend.
I’ve been brutally reminded of this inability to talk to you this week because I want to tell you both the good and bad news I got. They say everything gets easier with time, but it doesn’t feel that way. Every day it seems to feel worse. Every day I am slapped in the face with the reality that I can never tell you anything again.
The silence is deafening.