It's been a difficult couple of weeks. I used to marvel at how my class made it all the way through high school and had two reunions without losing any fellow classmates. Unfortunately, the inevitable happened. It hit very close to home. He was an old friend of mine; taken away from us too soon. Apart from family, he was my first friend. I keep waiting to wake up and realize it was only a nightmare. He can't really be gone. But he is. Instead of Hope in the cemetery like Christine Daae wishing he was somehow here again, it's me. Now, I have the life experience to write about an unexpected death. I now truly understand the emotions enough to describe them and to make them believable.
I started writing again and I never told him. He'll never know how much of an influence he had been. I had captured our friendship in two of my characters in
The Whisperer of Storms. He was my Jayce. Selfless, loyal, dependable, and gifted. I find that working on Jayce's character development is therapeutic for me. It's my way of keeping his memory alive and of letting the world know him. I think many people who know me will be surprised that I wrote
The Whisperer of Storms before he died. I only wish he knew.
Every morning, I wake up in blissful forgetfulness and it takes a few seconds for me to remember that he's gone. Many say that we find forgetfulness in sleep. Then, we wake every morning and the reality sets in that they're gone. Is it truly forgetfulness, or is it comfort? Perhaps it is only in sleep that we can hear them speaking to us?
Hold your loved ones close and get in touch with a friend that you haven't seen in a while. You never know when someone you hold dear will be taken away from you.
Veronica
