I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
We use phrases like “they love me in their own way” or “deep down, he means well”…
This is the type of lesson you only understand as life plays out.
Once you let go of the notion that only certain people in certain spots in your life can be designated as family members, the world feels more inclusive than ever before.