A dear friend of mine (an obscured relative of sorts) that I happily adopted into my circle of family passed away last night. He died of some sort of cancer, and from what his caretakers have said, he died peacefully. It seemed to come at a time when the news was needed least of all. Shelley and I were already dealing with a sort of trauma at the moment when I read up on his death on Facebook.
Isn't that odd? Two sources informed me of his death on Facebook. It's a fantastic communication tool, and it seems you don't realize how much you use it until that is your source of primary news not only for personal things but for around the world as well.
Was it impersonal? That's just the thing, I didn't know him that well. I knew that he was a great listener, and I knew that of the one time we spent together I very much enjoyed his company enough to nap on his lap. That's trusting. He was a trustworthy man.
I write this because I think I need to write this. As a guy who still hasn't really chosen to deal with his grandmother's death (been four years), I hope this is me dealing with Sunny's. I don't know how to cope. I have definitely gotten used to the idea that my grandma is not around and hasn't been around for a while and that's okay; and just the same, Sunny lived in Portland and it won't take much getting used to (his goneness). So the question begs, what happens when someone I spend all my time with dies? I plan on it not happening, but it's going to. And, hopefully I'll have learned an effective method of coping with death by then because I haven't yet left denial--til I see a dead body then it's back to denial.
He will be missed. Peace to you from my heart, from my heart to your heart...*
*Sunny sings goodbye