I don't know where to begin with this one.
I took a phone call from my mam earlier, which is not unusual in itself. She called to tell me that the 19 year old daughter of an old friend of mine - a friend who grew up in the same village as me, who had the same interests as me, and who to all intents and purposes was my brother - was killed in a car accident earlier today. The driver of the van that smashed into her car as she drove to college was under the influence of drugs at the time, apparently.
I can't unpack it.
We've not seen each other in around 20 years and yet I feel viscerally sad for him. I can't imagine what he's going through. Actually, that's not true. I can, and I really hope it's nothing like I'm imagining, although I'm convinced it definitely is.
You'll never read this, Wayne, and I have no idea how to reach out to you, but I really hope you can find a way out of this.
EDIT: Maybe it's specific grief. No idea. It's just a dull ache for an old friend who I can't help.
I took a phone call from my mam earlier, which is not unusual in itself. She called to tell me that the 19 year old daughter of an old friend of mine - a friend who grew up in the same village as me, who had the same interests as me, and who to all intents and purposes was my brother - was killed in a car accident earlier today. The driver of the van that smashed into her car as she drove to college was under the influence of drugs at the time, apparently.
I can't unpack it.
We've not seen each other in around 20 years and yet I feel viscerally sad for him. I can't imagine what he's going through. Actually, that's not true. I can, and I really hope it's nothing like I'm imagining, although I'm convinced it definitely is.
You'll never read this, Wayne, and I have no idea how to reach out to you, but I really hope you can find a way out of this.
EDIT: Maybe it's specific grief. No idea. It's just a dull ache for an old friend who I can't help.
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