Death is a natural thing. It happens to the people we least expect. It happens to everyone, no matter your shape, size, ethnicity, religious views etc. But what happens to those who don't die? To the ones who were close to the ones who did die?
I lost someone very important to me almost 3 years ago.
It doesnt feel like 3 years.
I don't think about losing him, or that he died. When i do think about it it feels like it happened yesterday, not 3 years ago.
It hurts more than anything in the world. It hurts more than I could explain.
I think about so much, and with each passing thought the pain intensifies.
I think about how we didnt talk a lot once i started growing up. How we didnt hang out. We didnt write letters or call or text or email.
I think about how a few years before his passing we didnt even see each other. The family didnt even bring him up in front of me.
I think about all of the milestones in my life that he promised he would be there for, the life events I wanted him to be apart of....
High School Graduation
College Graduation
Wedding
Kids Births
Kids Birthdays
Holidays
He taught me so much growing up.
He taught me to stand up for myself and not let anyone push me around.
He taught me that i deserve the best and to never settle.
He told me so much about my dad when I was little and asked a million questions.
He told me to appreciate my little brother no matter how much he annoyed me.
He helped me knock a minute off of my mile run for school.
He helped me punt the ball for soccer.
He helped me in so many ways and taught me so many things.
When I found out what happened I lost every bit of strength I had. I lost every thought I had going through my mind.
The next week of my life was nothing but erratic thoughts and a lot of crying. I cried so much that by the time the holiday break was over and i went back to school, i didn't have any tears left. I tried so hard to stay strong while i was at school. I tried so hard to not cry, to hold it together.
I broke down once, in the middle of class, I started to cry in class. As embarrassing as it was I didn't care. I needed to get out of the classroom, and lucky for me I was allowed to go to the bathroom, where i cried from the moment the classroom door closed behind me to the moment i stepped back into class.
Every day for over a month I tried to stay strong, I tried to hide it all from everyone around me how much pain I was in. They knew, my family knew how much pain I was in but they let me handle it in my own way. They knew if i needed or wanted to talk I'd go to them.
Now, today I'm hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion. I have a knot in my throat and want nothing more than to hide under my blankets and just cry. I want to cry until I can't cry anymore, cry till I pass out or fall asleep. I want to cry in the hopes that it will make the pain go away even just a little. I want to cry in the hopes that I will feel better..
But it won't. It wont make me feel better.
It wont make the pain go away.
It wont help me anymore than stabbing myself in the eye will help me.
And most importantly...
It wont bring him back.
But as I sit here alone in the dark, typing every little thought that pops in my head, every emotion that is reeking havoc inside of me, I can feel the tears streaming down my face, I can feel the same pain I felt when I first found out, I can feel the know in my throat forcing me to cry and let it all out. I can hear his voice telling me everything will be ok but i'm so unsure of that..