Monday, October 26, 2009

I Hate Friendly Deaths

     I said farewell to a friend last night. Forever.

     Fifteen years of friendship: celebrated joy, shared pain, compassionate laughter, indifferent circumstances, inside jokes, outside barbeques, pure trust, and unconditional love;  all of it ended in seven words.

     Fifteen years.
     Seven words.
     Two names.
     One email:
"Take care, Name.
All the best to you,
     Seven words to realize a friendly death.

     Of course, it wasn't my choice.  When one is on the receiving end of endless anathemas, there is really nothing that can be done but to say farewell and move on into what remains of this frail life.

     For all we have is today, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Be the change you want to see in the world.  -Gandhi

Image Credits:
The Excommunication of Robert the Pious in 998 by Jean Paul Laurens
Death Is a Side Effect of Most Things by