We lost so much, but nothing compared to what Eric lost. I can't even begin to try to imagine what he lost - I can't go there for fear I may not resurface from it. Unfortunately, we're the ones left behind to realize the loss and try to live through it. Knowing how much he loved life and how much we enjoyed reveling in the way he demonstrated that love, sometimes feels unbearable. I feel I'm being robbed. Everyday when I wake up and realize my life has changed so profoundly, inexorably, and miserably, and all I have is to anticipate the measly paycheck from a job that's slowly robbing me of the memories, feelings and grief I so much want to work through. The distraction of avoidance and having to deal with the ridiculousness of the day to day activities of the workplace - a place where there is no humanity, empathy or understanding. Where are their redeeming qualities. I even hate the very people that Eric loved, the friends that wore him like their emblem and then let him fend for himself when he needed them most, the people Eric would have defended even if he didn't know them. He was always defending the behaviors of others, never had a bad word toward anyone. Never gossiped. Now the distrust I wish he had of had even an inkling of, pervades me. And the numbness - continually creeping in and out so that my lowest lows mimic the bare nerve laid out, waiting for the irritant to remind it of the pain that tells it it's still alive and suffering.
Oh Eric, why?
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