I used to love people.
I loved spending time with them in large groups, small groups, one on one, you name it. I welcomed anyone to my office, my home, my orbit, my world. And today? After a year of solitude, I want nothing to do with them. People haven’t changed — Humanity is the same as it always was.
The problem is me.
I haven’t kept up with my college friends. Although I adored them at the time, they represented a painful epoch in my life. Sometimes I’d google their names just to see where they were and how they were doing. But like viewing old photographs in an album, I’d soon turn the page. It’s not a time period I enjoy revisiting. However, I got a Facebook message from an old friend, alerting me of the sudden death of one of our old gang: Her former lover and my former friend. I was shocked at the level of my grief on hearing…
There’s A Sorrow No One Talks About
When you lose an ex-lover and find out after the fact
I don’t know what made me Google his name. I hadn’t thought of him in years but had never quite forgotten him either. No one had told me he died 6 months ago. No one would have known to tell me. We had briefly dated 30 years ago. His children were kids back then and I never got to meet them. Our relationship wasn’t about commitment but rather practical. He was my ego boost and rebound from the guy who’d dumped me…
Grief Comes In Many Forms
We Don’t only Grieve for those who’ve departed — we grieve the selves we haven’t become
In Robert Frost’s, “The Road Not Taken”, most people quote the end of the poem, in which the poet speaks of taking the road less traveled and how it makes all the difference. It is usually the quote that is used to encourage the reader to forge their own path; to follow roads that have not been worn by the masses. This is a fine use of the poem, if that is the intention of the instructor.