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Funerals are not just for the grieving

November 3, 2024

Your best friend died and you didn’t want me at his funeral. 

Your best friend died on a sunny summer afternoon. 

I remember I was tanning outside, 

I could feel the drops of chlorine evaporate from my skin 

because it was so hot. 

Too hot for birds to chirp, 

too hot for kids to be out on the playground, 

for the sound of their laughter to fill the 

dead hours of the afternoon. 

In those dead hours of the afternoon 

your best friend died. 

And his wife immediately called you. 

Out of helplessness, 

she picked up the phone and dialed the last person he had called. 

You. 

Your best friend died and you called me too. Even though, if I glanced up, I could see you from our living room window. 

“Steve died” is all you said 

My words were lost to the heat.

 Eventually I remember offering to come up but you told me not to. 

I should have learned by then that sometimes it’s better not to listen. Not to believe that every word you say, you truly mean. 

Your best friend died 

and, after a year, you get to celebrate him 

one more time.

He’ll be buried with fighters – with heroes. 

He saved you once. 

Your best friend died a year ago 

and today I’m a stranger. 

A stranger that still wants to hold your hand 

while you stand with both feet in the muddy ground, 

and tears that you won’t let out in front of anyone. 

Today I’m a stranger 

but I still want to be the one to hold you while your whole body quivers 

with grief you won’t address. 

Your best friend died about a year ago. 

And I recklessly left you not long after that. 

Yet today, I want 

to iron your black suit and wipe your mud stained shoes 

and tell you that I won’t leave too.

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