A Week of Loss

Saturday evening I received one of the most heartbreaking texts of my life.  Y’all have heard me speak of my BFF Mario.  Well, he had tried to call me earlier in the day and I’d missed it.  So when I got to the mall I texted him back, to let him know I’d call him later.  His response made me curious though “PLEASE do… I have not so good news”.  I didn’t really want to hear any bad news, but I was curious, so I texted him “What?” He responded “You don’t want me to text this to you, I promise you”.  I was in a crowd, I couldn’t call him at that very moment, so I was in the process of typing out something out when he sent back, “my son died”.

For at least 10 seconds my brain went blank.  What?  How could this be?  I called him right then and there.  Apparently his son had been driving to lacrosse practice when he lost control of his car, hit a light pole, and died instantly.  I can’t imagine the pain he is in.  He couldn’t talk just then, he received a phone call, so I opted to get off the phone to let him handle his business.

While I waited for him to call me back my brain was trying to wrap around this newfound information.  Mario’s son is only 16.  How could he be dead?  And the day before his birthday?  We aren’t supposed to bury our children, they are supposed to bury us.  His whole life was still laid out in front of him, how could he be gone?

Mario is in a lot of pain.  I could hear it in his voice, I’d probably be inconsolable, so I understand his pain completely.  I told him, you don’t have to be strong for me, but he wasn’t alone and had to be.  The wake and I believe funeral are Wednesday in Illinois.

On the other side of this particular coin is my Great-Aunt Dorothy, who passed the weekend before.  I didn’t find out until Sunday that she had died… her funeral was last Thursday.  I’m hurt that I couldn’t get to NY for the funeral.  William was out-of-town, Andre had school, I was stuck here, so I made the best of it.  Aunt Dorothy would have been 81 on her next birthday.  She was my Grandma’s baby sister.  Grandma has one sibling still alive.  Everyone else is gone.  Aunt Dorothy was one of the better of Grandmas siblings, she was a sweetie.  I didn’t talk to her often, but I loved her dearly.

My heart is heavy right now.  I don’t process emotion like normal people, but I feel these losses nonetheless.  RIP “Lil’ Mario”.  You are gone too soon, and no one who knew you will ever forget you.  RIP Aunt Dorothy.  You’ll not be forgotten.


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2 thoughts on “A Week of Loss

  1. Although this was a beautiful text, I am not clicking the like button on this one because sad news are not to be liked.
    I don’t know what it is like to lose a son, but I imagine it must be 10 million times more painful than anything I could have felt before. I do, however, know how it feels like losing a grandparent… A caring person that used to stand by us when we were a child and did something that would drive our parents mad.
    I am very sorry for your losses.


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