Life goes on. That’s what everyone says anyway, even when you feel like it shouldn’t. Even when it feels like the moment you’re stuck in is the only moment you’re allowed to be in forever. Or at least until something equally as tragic happens.
But life goes on, the world keeps turning, etc. etc. It’s a cliche that cliches are cliches for a reason, but hey, I warned you in the title.
I’ve never really dealt with death before. My dog died my senior year of high school, I literally felt her heart stop and it freaked me the fuck out so I just left. I drove to my then-boyfriend’s house and the rest of that memory is blurry.
But now I’m older and people expect things of me. So when my Popa, my dad’s dad, had a brain bleed and we were told it wouldn’t be long, I wanted to bottle it up and drive somewhere that didn’t have the pall of death hanging over it. Is there even such a place?
Instead of feeling anything- related to his death or not, I wanted to just drop my entire life and start a new one. My family, my friends, school, my new jobs, everything. Fuck it all, there are a ton of people in the world, a ton of universities, a ton of job openings. I don’t have to be here to have friends, to go to school, to work.
But then I saw my little sister crying and I knew there wasn’t another her in this world. And then I heard my dad say goodbye to his dad and I knew I wanted to avoid having that same moment with him for as long as possible. And then my mom broke down and I knew I’d have to bring her with me if I left.
I wanted in that moment to take the three of them with me. To move to Colorado to be with my older sister. To pack the pictures and the dog and never look back, because that’s easier. It’s easier to run away than to feel anything.
But what’re the cliches? It catches up with you. You can’t run away forever. Ignoring your problems don’t make them go away.
And now he’s dead. And it’s not even about mourning. It’s about lawyers and wills and family drama and money. Somehow the death of someone they all loved is bringing out the worst in them instead of reminding them how they’re connected. And everyone is spouting cliches about family and love, but then in the next breath complaining about other people and shunning people that aren’t ‘blood relatives,’ as if it even fucking matters. Everyone is assuming they’re right, that they’re feeling the worst, that they’re getting the worst end of the deal.
Death makes everyone start declaring sweeping generalizations about those around them, about life, about how things should or shouldn’t have been. Where did nuance go? Or compassion? It’s like everyone around me is wearing fucking blinders and seeing the smallest parts of something and using that part to define the situation. Fuck, even I’ve been doing it. Isn’t that what the entire paragraph before this is?
I don’t know. What’s the fucking point? I don’t have anything new to say. I don’t have any clarifying statements. I haven’t learned anything, except how to get to the ICU in the Willis Knighton off Youree. I’m a first timer. I’m handling this okay because of beginner’s luck, not because I’m wise or strong or capable or have my shit together.