Day 2

Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.

I’ll make this personal because I’m not sure how I even fully understand loss. 40 years of life lived without experiencing the death of a close acquaintance that really shook me to my core.

Always just missed. Just enough degrees of separation to leave me feeling spared. How much of this is me, distancing myself from others so I don’t have to really feel? The number of lives that my heart is really terrified of losing could be counted on fingers and maybe a few toes. In a world of chaos, keep the list short and keep moving.

There are, of course, hundreds of losses I would feel, hundreds of social media, work and life names that I’ve come into contact with over the years, but would there disappearance from the world be a hit to the structure of my world? Should it? Does this make me different from others, or is this how we all make it through?

I can tell one pain of getting older is the list known names gone from the world. It’s not necessarily the closeness of the names on that list, but the length of it. As the list grows the days are surely to feel shorter.