After a couple of visits to the hospital I made myself some questions about how much I value the fact that I’m healthy.
It’s no metaphor, no artistic hyperbole meant to hint at a deeper message that you can never really know someone and really, aren’t we all strangers, at the end?
3. “I’d like to think so… I’d like to think that there is a place you go after you die that you just don’t cease to exist.”
This is going to sound like farce, but ever since I suffered a concussion last summer, I’ve been hearing a live studio audience around me 24/7. The doctors reassured me they were merely auditory hallucinations brought on by the bump to my noggin, and that they’d eventually go away on their own once my brain healed. It was actually kind of funny at first….
You also need to take care of yourself after experiencing the loss. That means maintaining rituals like Starbucks on Sundays or going to your favorite deli. It isn’t superficial. It’s vital to maintaining your sanity.
The world eventually becomes bright and beautiful again, but you touch everyone around you in a different way.
I know the world is unyielding and cold, and it can hurt you beyond measure.
Death can change a person though, without ending them, and this is the saddest and most essential lesson that all of us have to learn to survive.
I’m going to hate that this is my opening paragraph and I’ll tell you why in a minute. But, for the sake of starting this, let’s just get it over with: another person from my hometown recently died from a drug overdose.
If you live long enough, you’ll eventually lose someone who you love. For me, it happened over Christmas break when I was a sophomore in college. Her name is Chase Parr.