We go on living, because we have survived.
Two weeks ago I received texts from two friends, separately, that a mutual friend of ours had passed away suddenly the previous day. And to not contact his girlfriend about it because she was overwhelmed, having been the one to find him as well as the obvious. And to not post about it publicly, because the family hadn’t been contacted yet.
Sometimes, things happen and they break you a little bit. And I was broken by this, have been broken, will continue to be broken. And I’m pissed that he’s gone without so much as a warning. We hadn’t talked since June - and at the time it was about me designing some tattoos for his LARP character for Drachenfest, and that we needed to get together inJuly when he was back from that to catch up, and making tenuous plans for me to join him there the following year.
We never got together in July, and I’m pissed about that as well. My second friend to die this year, and on the day before the funeral my mom had to put my cat down.
Grief is exhausting.
I will not be finishing my Voynich Manuscript in October.