Recently someone said they
thought it was odd that people will say, when someone they love has died, that
they’ve ‘lost’ that person. I used to think it was odd too…until my husband
died. Now I find myself saying, “I lost my husband.”
This came to mind tonight
because I wrote in my journal: Oh my love
my heart aches for you. The anguish at your loss is still overwhelming.
Of course—this is why we say we
‘lost’ someone when they died. Not because we’re saying death is like losing
your car keys and we think the person will be found (although there is that
wild irrational hope). It’s that death is loss. Profound loss. When someone we
love dies, that means we have lost a part of our life, a part of our self, the
part that was that person. I have lost Arthur. I am suffering the loss of his
physical being in my life.
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