The death of a friend is a traumatic experience for a young person (and for old people, too).. It leaves an indelible mark on our spirit. It hurts. It makes us angry. It makes us sad. It makes us cry. It raises all kinds of questions about Life, the existence of God (Love) in the world, and a host of other questions for which we never seem to find answers.
Rilke wrote that we should “be patient toward all that is unsolved in our heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
I’ve lived into that “distant day” now and I still do not have an answer (after 68 years) for why my high school friend, Art, died at the age of 15 from leukemia! I still “live the question(s) now.” I do not know why my grandson’s friend died in that accident. I do not know why the children of Gaza have to die of starvation in a world of plenty.
Is it really possible to grieve without having loved? Perhaps some “distant day” I shall live into the answer.