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I wrote a short post awhile back about letting go. It was nothing much — just a knee-jerk little thought-barf about the sense of overwhelm I was feeling at the time (focused mostly on the aggravating effect of social media on my stressed-out psyche). It had nothing to do with death or loss, but it was motivated by an honest instinct somewhere deep inside me that was urging me to just ‘let go’.
And now I’m thinking (again) about what that really means.
Because I lost a friend today — someone that I used to know and love, but who I hadn’t seen in almost twenty years — and my heart is breaking because of it.
Because she is gone, and the possibility of ever seeing her again is gone. And she has left behind so many people that loved her, and I know that they are heartbroken and devastated by her passing, because if her laughter is still ringing in my ears after all these years, I can’t imagine what those for whom her laughter was a daily presence are going through.
And I feel sad. Deeply sad that this person, who left such a mark on me, is now gone.
But I also feel that I have a slightly better handle on what it means to let go. The older I get (and the more people that I lose it seems) the more I understand that ‘letting go’ is just another way of saying ‘accept’.
Accept that life is transient.
Accept that things change.
Accept what has happened.
Accept yourself and what you are feeling at all times.
And be grateful for it all, because it only comes around once.
Rest in peace, Trish. My life was made better because you were in it.