It’s a memory.
And a wish.
It is fleeting and impossible all at once.
My friend, Buddy, died 15 years ago today. He took his own life. One of life’s great mysteries.
It is quite remarkable, that time has marched on.
Yet I still wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up on the lake one day. I honestly wouldn’t.
That feeling that he’s just around the corner? It’s made 15 years of one-sided friendship easier.
As a mother now to a son of my own, I’ve been really dwelling on this impending anniversary. It is terrifying and motivating all at once. Motivating in that I hope to raise my children to know that I will stand by them if the dark corners of their minds creep from the corners and into the midst of their lives. Terrifying knowing that the dark corners are like the depths of the ocean – unstudied realities.
Oh but what a gift it is, to be Elle and Jay’s Mom.
On this day each year, I make a point to reiterate that I miss Buddy far better than I ever loved him.
And I’m sorry for that.