My best friend died last month. I’m still struggling to deal with her death, but I know I’m making progress. I imagine myself on the banks of a river, looking across the river as it cuts through a city where there are innumerable little lights in distant buildings, and so many buildings themselves, rising up from the ground, their sides gleaming as though newly polished. I hear a sound on the wind. The sound is distant and vague; it sounds like a human voice, but there’s no one around.

I imagine the river rolling smoothly over itself, coming from somewhere, going somewhere else, forming an entity that separates one thing from another. It’s a reminder of natural division, but also of natural communion. The river is a stream of water; it flows in harmony. There’s a unity with it and in it. And so I take a deep breath and feel the flowing motion within myself, motion like the constant, united motion of the river, my blood rushing through me, rushing upon itself, being exhausted, being renewed. And I imagine stars projecting outward on a screen, and my best friend’s hands like two cellophane maps, gleaming in the starlight, with innumerable little lines on them. And I know that the past is still real, is still occurring, even if it’s no longer real and occurring in the present moment in a way that alters the experience of the present reality.

I think back, and I inhabit the consciousness of when my best friend was alive, the time we spent together and the things we did. And I imagine the river, and I imagine her hands, and I see the lines of our lives transmitting endlessly on and on, down the eternal path of time, traversing this way and that, and I hold up a mirror and see the stars reflecting back to me.

I put this together — I put it all together — and realize what the sound on the wind is. I’m resilient. And if you’re still, you’ll hear it clearly as it comes, revealed within yourself.

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    3 years ago

    Beautifully written, with wonderful imagery. I especially appreciated the river which is “a reminder of natural division, but also natural communion”. There is a gentle coming to terms with loss in your story, but also the knowledge of something beyond death – “the lines of our lives transmitting endlessly on and on, down the eternal path of time”. This is so comforting, so beautiful, and, in my experience and belief system, so true. Thank you… Read more »

    Shreya Dhital
    Shreya Dhital(@shreya-dhital)
    3 years ago

    I love the beautiful use of imagery 🙂

    Sandra James
    Sandra James(@sandra-james)
    3 years ago

    Thank you for such a beautiful story about coming to terms with the loss of someone close. It’s never easy but helps when you can talk about it or read of someone else’s experiences. Well done 🙂

    musing mind
    musing mind(@musing-mind)
    3 years ago

    Losing someone in life is painful and the emptiness never gets better. You story is very emotional.

    Eric Radcliffe
    Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
    2 years ago

    Losing a loved one is so very personal, Blase. I remember losing someone very dear and I found it hard to come to terms with the thought of never ever seeing them again. Yes the past is real through memories, the river a bridge.

    Katerina Bizirtsaki
    Katerina Bizirtsaki(@katerina-bizirtsaki)
    2 years ago

    Your story is very touching and thought provoking. Very well written and full of detailed descriptions that fit the theme “Resilience” perfectly!

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    2 years ago

    It is a very heartbreaking story, Blase. I know how it feels to lose someone, it can drive someone to a miserable life. But knowing that someone is in progress after the painful loss is very heartwarming. I love how you beautifully use your imagination, it creates beautiful images in my mind as well. 

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