My friend, Adrian Albert, was killed in a car crash 2 months ago.
Yesterday, my grandmother died.
Funerals are not for those who left, but those of us who stay behind to try and make meaning of it all, but I leave them feeling we all missed the real point: that suffering sucks and we’ve just learned to take it. I like hymns like “Abide With Me”, but ultimately they’re cold comfort.
I don’t much care whether people think death should be inevitable. All I care is that I miss my friend and my grandmother, and they would miss me. I wish they were alive.