It is so much easier to grieve and move on when there is a clear enemy. Evil ex-boyfriend? Done and gone. Husband? The insurmountable pile of our incompatibilities, remembered hurts, and continued frustrations and lack of communication is a huge and concrete target.
But with my friend, there is only continuing and still irreconcilable confusion. How could this have happened? How could it all have changed so completely and definitively so as to leave me gasping? And now there is more tragedy, and I am a helpless observer once again, with no legitimate place, no role. Hoping feebly that my tentative, careful electronic missives help, even just for a moment.
It’s no one’s fault, there is no cause and no solution, just more grief-stricken people flailing around for meaning and solace. The pace and reach of the trials being visited upon my friend are reminiscent of those of Job. Everything was good, everything was complacent, the table was set and the family seated for the meal. And now? Test upon test, horror upon horror. How will he survive this? I’m not sure I could.
And all I can do is sit in fear and grief, peering through the curtains, waiting for the locusts.