A Friend is Dying

It happens to all of us, maybe it has already, or maybe it has yet to be.

"A friend is dying", and I wrestle with what that means. For him, it is the end of existence in the world we believe we inhabit and the possible termination or rebirth of conciousness. Despite the efforts of millions of sincere seekers, we have no clear answer. If we did, there would be nothing to seek.

For me, it is a sense of loss and impotence and anger and guilt. I grieve the future memories that we will never make. I rage against the inability to prolong our time together. I look at the ground in shame when I realize the pain of "I" is over-riding the being of "him".

A friend is dying, I have said "I love you", and when he is ready he will go.