Tag: #loss

December 22, 2018: Change

Life moves in such a fast pace, it’s easy to lose touch with people you were once in close contact with. The reasons could vary: crazy schedules, moving far from one another, or simply not maintaining connections as frequently. Then suddenly, they’re no longer in your life.

Today I just discovered that a good friend of my family passed away. This person was very close to my aunt, and I would always play with her children growing up. We had a great relationship with them. Life moved on and I lost touch with them, but my family still told me how they were doing. It was good that they still maintained contact with each other, even though it wasn’t as frequent as it used to be.

I hope that her family finds peace and comfort during this difficult time. Life can truly change in an instant.

August 16, 2018: Remembering Aretha Franklin

Back in 2005 I was listening to Aretha Franklin while sitting in a Starbucks in NYC, in the Grammercy Park neighborhood. As I looked out the window, watching the busy city life go about their business, I thought, ‘One day I’m going to live here. I’m going to make it’. Two years later, that dream came true, and it set into motion the life experiences that have directed my life path thus far.

Aretha Franklin was a definite motivator in that goal. As I listened to her strong, melodic voice, I felt empowered. I can achieve whatever I set my mind to, just like her. It may seem very small, but it provided a significant impact in my life thirteen years ago.

Aretha Franklin is gone, and we will never hear her perform live again. Her powerful words will continue to influence our lives for many years to come, much like she influenced mine over a decade ago.

August 11, 2018: Too Quickly

The meeting at the Bronx fell through. I had a feeling it was never coming to pass when I heard no response from Johanna’s former house mate (the person who still has her things). The issue of who cares for a loved one’s possessions is a touchy subject, especially if the person has passed away, like Johanna. I worry about what will become of Johanna’s writings and poetry material. She didn’t leave a will. It was too early in her life to consider one, and when she realized that her time on Earth was drawing to a close, the end came quickly. Much sooner than everyone was prepared for. I still think of Johanna every day.

August 10, 2018: Different Connections

After work I need to contact Johanna’s good friend. We’re supposed to collect Johanna’s things in New York tomorrow, but I don’t know when we need to meet up, and the friend who lives at the apartment isn’t getting back to me. If I don’t hear from anyone I’m going to assume that I’m not needed. Johanna’s friends tend to get back to me very late, but it will be problematic if she waits too long. I’m hoping for the best.

July 31, 2018: Still Lingering

It’s been a couple days since ACTIONWEEK (the annual poetry therapy intensive) ended, yet I’m still feeling its impact very strongly. I go about my day, handle work tasks, yet the emotions that swirled around me that weekend still lingers. This year, it’s Johanna’s absence that makes things particularly difficult.

Johanna made it a point to attend the intensive every year, be at every session. Now, her thoughts and laughter are no longer with us. The silence that came with this realization was heard by everyone.