Exactly one year ago, I lost one of the most precious sources of joy in my life.
While most people may not understand how devastating a loss of a pet could be, the overwhelming grief kept me company since that day. It feels like a lot has already happened — like I’ve survived so much and overworked myself to the point of burnout, dealing with heartbreak and a lot of disappointments. Yet it also seems like it was just moments ago.
Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
Albert Einstein
Twelve months on, the grief, the sadness, the loss — they’re all still here. I’d like to say I’ve made my peace with them, but some days, they still don’t feel like allies. I’ve just learned to live with these feelings and acknowledge that there will always be a hole in my heart.
It’s not to say I’m not capable of being happy. It’s just that I experience joy differently now because it’s layered with so much more. In spite of it all, I am grateful.
I miss you, dear friend.
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