The universe is a pretty big place.
That any of us appear anywhere seems pretty unlikely.
That Kyle was among us was beyond probability. Just like the chances of his A’s getting to the World Series….
Kids of best friends are like kids of your own. Even with a separation of space limiting our time together, we all felt an affection toward Kyle that is normally reserved for family.
It seems like in recent times, Claire, Ruby, Sarah and I have been feeling unprecedented pain for the myriad conflicts and struggles waged around the world. It has been real, and often debilitating, ….but nevertheless the pain has been somewhat abstract for us because it has remained largely impersonal.
The loss of Kyle just opened up an unfiltered floodgate of personal grief into our family, the likes of which we have never before known, and we know our grief still does not approach that of Kyle or Prentice’s family and closest friends.
And I know for me, the floodgate Kyle opened has allowed other shared grief felt around the world by parents, siblings and friends in so many places, in so many circumstances to come pouring in. I don’t consider this a silver lining, but nevertheless a powerful and unexpected awakening. We cry reading the paper.
In response, Kyle is making us love, hope and care like never before.
So it’s time again to plant a garden. Time to heal the world. And it is baseball season again.
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