I feel like I only ever write in this blog when I have suffered a loss and need somewhere to share my anguish.
His name was Alex.
I’d known him his whole life, and more than half of my own. I watched him grow. I watched him overcome the obstacles that were thrown at him, one after another. I watched him overcome fears. I watched him strike out on his own. I watched his family beam with pride as they saw how far he had come. As they saw the man he had become. And, as it would turn out, I was also watching him struggle. I didn’t know it, but I was watching as he fought a battle on the inside. I was watching as he broke. I was watching as he lost hope.
He had so much left to do. There was so much life to live. There are so many people, out there in the world, who can’t even begin to imagine the loss they should feel right now because they missed getting to know such a wonderful person.
His name was Alex. He should be here, but he’s not, and now everything is so different.
