When a Friend Passes

Today was a mixed bag. It started out nicely and ended on a dark note.

This morning we were hosted for breakfast by two of our close friends, a wonderful couple of guys. We ate, chatted, laughed, and caught-up with each other on all the changes going on in both my life and my husband’s. (I left the corporate world in November and my husband retired in December.)

During our breakfast visit, unbeknownst to us, we received a message from another close friend, whose husband was in the ICU at a local hospital. With what I’m sure was a heavy heart, he had decided to remove his husband from life support systems and let nature take its course.

After reading the message, we went to the hospital. I was asked not to immediately speak up if I began receive messages from our soon-to-be departed friend, but to wait until asked, and of course, I agreed. There’s a right time and a wrong time for that sort of thing.

Later in the evening, while I was cleaning the bathroom, I began hearing a familiar voice. I sensed our friend, now crossed-over. And when I looked up, I saw him, albeit briefly.

And after having been unconscious in a hospital for several days, he was chatty.

When a friend passes, I experience some rather complex and conflicting emotions. I mourn the loss, but more for others (family, spouse, etc.) who are left with a void in their life, rather than the void left in mine. Still, I mourn.

On the other hand, I know from my experiences as a medium that physical death isn’t the end of the line.

It’s like changing trolleys: you’ve done your errands and then you head back home to start making another to-do list. And then you hop on the trolley and re-join the human race.

And it’s that knowledge that makes me feel better; good, even.

I’ll miss my friend’s physical presence. But his spirit is very much alive.

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