I have been holding on to this one for a long while
Names have been changed to protect identities :-)
Saying Goodbye
The phone call--
“Mrs. Clark you have an urgent message to call your mother in law, at the front office” I quickly arranged coverage for my rambunctious class and ran down the hall. It was extremely unusual to get a call from my mother in law in the middle of the day….which concerned me.
My first response was, “ Are you ok?” She paused and then took a long deep breath. “It’s Eric.”
“Eric died, Amanda.” I could hear the sting of silence as I tried to put my words together. “What do you mean he is dead?” All at once, I began to feel hot and cold, nausea, shortness of breath, and confusion.
“Amanda, I am planning his funeral with his mom, and I need you to tell Scott.” And the biggest bomb of all dropped.
That was the last thing I would ever want to do. My husband, such a strong guy’s guy….rough around the edges, had a soft spot for Eric, his childhood best friend.
I quickly settled my work duties and left for the day in a trance. As I headed to my husband’s work, I rehearsed over and over what I would say. The words seemed so foreign to me, no matter how many times I played them in my head. I sat in the parking lot of Providence hospital for what seemed like hours, gathering my thoughts. How do you tell your husband that his best friend died? As I got out of the car I felt a chill in the January air. It seemed colder than usual as I approached the door. I longed for spring to come rescue me from this moment.
---For the sun to warm my skin and the birds to chirp and dance through the bright sky. I slowly began to walk up the dark and musty hallways, while chewing on my nails and trying to hide my own swollen eyes. I paced his office as I waited for him to answer my urgent page. It didn’t take long. He casually strolled into the office but his expression changed instantly as he sensed that something was off. He knew that a mid-day visit from me could never be good news. I could see the concern in his eyes as I embraced him in the doorway. My mind and my heart began to argue over whether I was strong enough to tell him. He instantly questioned my visit and I attempt to placate him by telling him I will explain in the car. He held my arm tightly as he insisted that I tell him what is wrong. I looked away and began to spill. The word cut like a blade as they spewed from my mouth.
“Something happened-- Something bad. Scott…. Eric is dead.” “What?”
“Eric is dead, baby, he’s dead.”
“This isn’t real!......You’re a liar!” he said harshly, pushing me way.
“No………NO…………NO, he can’t be.” Scott fell to his knees grasping my body and clinging to it as he fell to the floor. “What……How did this happen?”
“ I don’t know. We don’t know. He was found dead in his bed this morning. They think it is some type of overdose.” Scott grabbed his stomach as the tears wailed down his face.
We sobbed violently as we lamented the loss of his closest friend.
His expression quickly changed as he narrowed his eyes and looked directly into mine. “No, he can’t be. This can’t be real. You are lying to me.”
The drive home was unbearable. The 10 minute drive lasted an eternity. There were intermittent exchanges of silence and painful cries. My husband’s broken heart cut through me like a sword. When we walked in the house, everything looked different. Nothing seemed to matter like it did that morning. Dirty dishes in the sink, clothes lying on the floor outside of the hamper, were a trivial sight after losing a life. I felt like a spectator in my own life. Scott walked straight in the bedroom and lay down. He stared quietly at the ceiling, watching the blades of the ceiling fan turn monotonously. I looked at his blood shot blue eyes and tried to imagine how I could possibly get him through this. The silence was interrupted occasionally by his cries.
I walked into the living room, shutting the door quietly behind me.
I wanted to give him some space and let him think. I needed to think. I needed to process. Eric was my friend too.
2 days later--
As we took the 2 hour drive to Dallas in silence, I tried to imagine how we would survive the next couple of days. The only visitations and funerals I had ever attended were for elderly relatives. With each passing mile, I became more restless. As we entered the city, the tears began to stream. I couldn’t stop them. It was like a dam had been released. I knew what was coming. I felt embarrassed.
Scott wasn’t crying. He was staring expressionless at the road ahead. I tried so hard to stop the tears. To hold them back. To be strong.
I could not control it. Scott squeezed my hand tightly as we pulled into the parking lot of the funeral home. His hands were warm. I felt safe in his grasp. As he turned the car off, our eyes met. He held me tight and we prayed softly for the strength we would need to get through the night.
~Journal entry January 27th, 2010~
Today was the visitation for Eric. I am emotionally drained and I don’t think I have any tears left in me. My heart aches with sorrow, guilt, guessing and mostly the unknown. Eric was so sweet—corky. How can he really be gone? REALLY- this can’t be real! I feel like I am watching a dream sequence or like I am an actress in a play—only, I forgot my lines. Even….. I don’t feel real.
His body was so cold- very cold. Even his hair. That’s what made me realize he was really dead- even though I still half expected him to hop up at any minute.
Would he have known so many people would mourn him?
Can he see us—hear us?
Does he know how much we loved him?
Why didn’t we visit him more?
Why didn’t I hug him more?
Why did I give him such a hard time about protein bars?
Why did I argue with Scott over picking up his tab the last night we went to dinner.
Money.
Yes, that really matters right now.
What I wouldn’t give to buy him dinner right now. What am I saying? This cannot even be real. But, who dreams sick dreams like this? My heart aches with pain. I have so many questions and no one to answer them. Where was he with God? He wrestled with him so much but, where was his heart? I have pleaded with God that he be with Him.
Where was I?
How is this even possible?
How did he die?
Was it suicide?
Is there any alternative idea at this point?
Again—where were we?
Why has it been so long since he has come to visit?
Why am I so self-absorbed?
I just want to wake up. It kills me to watch Scott cry. His brokenness is unbearable. Why am I not able to pray today?}
~Journal entry January 28th, 2010~
Today will be the funeral. I am not really sure that I have any tears left. This is our last chance to say goodbye but, the questions continue.
Why didn’t I pray for him more?
Why didn’t I speak God’s word over his pain and depression? I could have prayed him through this…..could I have? Yes, I could.
Why didn’t I?
Where was my urgency?
Who else am I neglecting?
How will I know?
I can’t fix this. I can’t change this but, I can change me. I can change how I love people and respond to their needs.
Why was I so ignorant?
I just wish I could talk to him and tell him, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for him more. I just hope he knew we loved him—how many people loved him. I wish I could make him dinner right now. He loved my chicken enchilada casserole.
Why did he love me so much? I was a terrible friend.
No—I loved him I just didn’t make it a priority. So many other meaningless things were in my way.
How do you even discern between things…prioritize….triage? God, please wrap your arms around him now. Let him drink of your spirit and enjoy you now.
I guess I am ready—as ready as you can ever be for a friend’s funeral. God, please cover Scott today. Give him comfort and peace today. Heal your land.
~Journal entry January 30th, 2010~
Today sucks. I feel like I am living in a constant state of anxiety mixed with nausea. There is a cloud of doom hanging over me. I just want to get away. Scott is in denial. He has not mentioned Eric’s name since the funeral. He wants to stay busy. The sight of people makes me ill.
We go to spend a night with my parents while we are in town.
Scott is smiling and laughing with my parents, I feel like I am suffocating. Why is this so hard for me?
I have known Eric for 6 years to Scott’s 15 years.
Is Scott in shock?
I feel like I will suffocate or explode at any second. Then, I feel guilty for feeling so awful.
If Scott can get on with life, why can’t I?
I check my work email and over flow with stress—normal work tasks sicken me. How will I face Monday morning? I have to get up and be…normal?
I just want to be alone.
I want to know why my heart aches so much.
We go to dinner with my parents. People around us are laughing.
Don’t these people know what has happened to us? I feel like the whole world should stand still. Everyone is just living- doing normal things. Why didn’t I try harder? It kills me. I will never get another chance to fix this—ever. And, if he is not with Jesus…the thought makes me sick. I cannot take this. WHY DID I NOT INTERCEED IN PRAYER FOR HIM? How do I know who to intercede for? My friend is dead. I will never be able to change that. He was only 26.
The Present--
There are things I will never be able to change. I will always regret the busyness that kept us from intervening in our friend’s life when he needed us most. I will always long for one more day to hug his neck and tell him we love him. My mind will dance with what ifs and should haves. But, none of it will bring him back. It has been one year and two months since we lost our friend. We just cried over it together last week, as we came across a list we made together entitled “Things we never want to forget about Eric.” My husband said that he has mourned his death every day. He said that a piece of him died with Eric that day. There is no way I could even begin to explain how special he was. He was unlike anyone I have ever known. I would give up any material thing to have five minutes with him now. After all this time, his name, a picture, and several random things remind us of him. I will never look at my wedding picture and not think of him. He was a part of most of our memories from the first six years of our relationship. He occupies a place in our hearts that cannot be filled and can never be forgotten. When I close my eyes, he is smiling.
Things we never want to forget about Eric
1.) His smile
2.) His love for people
3.) The time he peed with the bathroom door open at my house
4.) Visiting the cheap taco stands
5.) Playing disc golf together
6.) He ate all of my giant box of protein bars the first day I bought them
7.) He was a groomsman at our wedding
8.) Double dates at the movies
9.) He walked around my house in boxer shorts.
10.) He brought a flask to my wedding
11.) Following him around the house trying to make him think he was crazy
12.) Crazy late night debates and talks about God
13.) The way he laughed
14.) Setting him up with girls that were never right for him