what do you say?
Mar. 5th, 2008 11:37 amRelatives of two friends have died recently; I never met them.
One was a mother, not exactly pleasant, an alcoholic who refused help, an angry, bitter woman who had neglected her son. She died from complications with emphysema. Other friends have told me that she was not a good person. But still, she was someone's mother, she was my friend's mother, and he is feeling the death hard. I'm deeply sorry for his loss.
The other was an uncle, nasty, abusive, predatory, mentally unhinged. The friend and I haven't been in touch since college and I haven't thought of her in a while. She is no one that my current friends know. She emailed me last night to say hello, to catch up; and to tell me "Ding dong, he's finally gone, I'm rejoicing." And I wondered what to say. What do I say? I wasn't sure if I could say I was sorry for her loss, because she's obviously not upset. I did not know her uncle, except from what she'd told me. He'd been a heroin/cocaine addict. He'd molested children. Unmedicated and possibly schizophrenic. Died from prostate cancer. But she's not upset, and so what do I say? He was her uncle. He is dead. I am sorry.
I don't do well with this sort of thing. It's so difficult for me to imagine feeling anything but sad when a relative dies, even if that relative was horrible; there are always many sides to a story after all. But it's also difficult for me to really feel very sympathetic when all I know is that they were horrible people according to others. All I can feel is sad and compassionate for the living left behind. All I can do is exist in this silence and be a friend.
I am in a strange headspace. I need to write when I get home. The novel is slipping into a darker place. I need to write until my fingers hurt.
One was a mother, not exactly pleasant, an alcoholic who refused help, an angry, bitter woman who had neglected her son. She died from complications with emphysema. Other friends have told me that she was not a good person. But still, she was someone's mother, she was my friend's mother, and he is feeling the death hard. I'm deeply sorry for his loss.
The other was an uncle, nasty, abusive, predatory, mentally unhinged. The friend and I haven't been in touch since college and I haven't thought of her in a while. She is no one that my current friends know. She emailed me last night to say hello, to catch up; and to tell me "Ding dong, he's finally gone, I'm rejoicing." And I wondered what to say. What do I say? I wasn't sure if I could say I was sorry for her loss, because she's obviously not upset. I did not know her uncle, except from what she'd told me. He'd been a heroin/cocaine addict. He'd molested children. Unmedicated and possibly schizophrenic. Died from prostate cancer. But she's not upset, and so what do I say? He was her uncle. He is dead. I am sorry.
I don't do well with this sort of thing. It's so difficult for me to imagine feeling anything but sad when a relative dies, even if that relative was horrible; there are always many sides to a story after all. But it's also difficult for me to really feel very sympathetic when all I know is that they were horrible people according to others. All I can feel is sad and compassionate for the living left behind. All I can do is exist in this silence and be a friend.
I am in a strange headspace. I need to write when I get home. The novel is slipping into a darker place. I need to write until my fingers hurt.