For the next couple days an unquiet feeling persisted in my heart. I had to write something down. I grabbed my notebook, went for a drive and feverishly jotted down what was in my head. I didn't change a single word, and I am not even sure if it is a poem, if it's an homage, or if it's just an emotional journal entry, but here is what I wrote:
"We can see the top. It's distant, but there it is, visible and possible. But we also see the fall, we see the cracks in the rock and the hopeless plummet. Is there one life bereft of meaning? Is there one person undeserving of life? No matter, for life passes for better or worse. For some a swift end comes. The beats of the heart go silent, and though the rest of the world goes on, it is forever changed. No life is immune to this difference. For a life comes and changes. Death comes and it changes. A life whether given or taken, gives and takes. But oh the glory of the give, and the horror of the take."
I am saddened and confused. But I know my friend will be seen and embraced again. For this life is not the only life.