Whatever happened, happened for a reason. Granted we may not know all the reasons there is. Perhaps we were being selective with that we want to hear; like the autistic boy whom I teach that would respond to a colleague next to me when she says, "Goodbye!" but pretends not to hear when I say, "Come here for a while." (this is in order to avoid doing any other work that may come from me). Or perhaps we just could not find the reason because it was never given. Or perhaps it was given, but it weaved its way through the many communication systems and got stuck at a bend. Or perhaps Loss is just being a pain and decides to snatch a very loved candy from a child. We cannot really be sure, can we?
Loss came, Loss is, and Loss is imminent. As the timeline of life continues to crawl on, along the way Loss will come and claim some part of your life. Some part of time, some part of your memories and sometimes, the people you treasure. Loss is showing you what life really is. Sometimes the blissful parts of your timeline stays, sometimes, it just cracks and crumbles away. Gaps in a timeline is not a really nice timeline at all, I think.
What can we do about Loss? We could poke it in the eye and scream obscenities. Or we could learn some helplessness and allow Loss to keep rolling itself unto our memories. Or... maybe we could turn around and talk to Loss, get to know Loss and then smile at Loss because you've found its weakness(es).
And smiling is just what the doctor ordered.
But always, always with an open heart. In case Loss ever, by some law of a blue moon, decides to return what it has taken.
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