a comic for my friend, Abe
cw: death
I have a lot more to say about this person and how extraordinary he was, how our year of friendship showed me a better and kinder way to live, how his death changed me. I’ve never stopped thinking of him but only recently found the words to start writing about him. Love you always, Abe.
Thank you for this. The first time I lost a friend as an adult, I remember dreaming that he'd faked his death, and he'd come back and was telling us all about it. When he died, he was 39; ten years older than I was at the time. And now I'm 40, and I caught myself saying to a friend recently that I can't figure out how it's possible that 39 feels so young to die, yet 40 feels so old to be alive. Somehow living with someone being gone ends up having to contain a lot of contradictions.
Molly this is a beautiful post. Please do keep writing about Abe as even those of us who only knew him tangentially understood he was magic and your writing is beautiful. August is always a difficult month but it helps to know there are others are also still thinking of him.