There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief…
and unspeakable love.
~ Washington Irving
This weekend was a whirlwind of a weekend. A weekend of polar opposites, yet of things so closely linked together.
Saturday I was at a wedding. A celebration of love. It was the wedding of two very unique individuals, and their personalities were reflected in the ceremony. There was this new life beginning in love. A life together, of two becoming one. And then I had plans on Sunday to go meet with two friends who are getting married. I am doing sound for their wedding, so I was meeting with them to talk about music and all that. I began Sunday morning coming out of one celebration of life and love, and preparing for another.
Then, in a split second, it all changed.
I was sitting in the booth Sunday morning, and my friend and roommate, Chris, came back and said “hey, I just came out of the bathroom, and your friend is in the hallway on the phone crying.” I think before he even finished his sentence, I was out of my chair. I walk out in the hallway, and immediately my heart sank. The scene I walked into was my friend sobbing as a couple was praying over him, holding him close. I had this sinking feeling. I knew what had happened.
My friend’s cousin had been battling with cancer, and that morning, he had passed away. My friend got the call in the middle of church. My heart immediately broke. These two had grown up together, they were more like brothers than cousins. I took my friend home to be with his family…
The drive home was a quiet one. What do you say to that? What song do you put on the iPod? I didn’t know. So I said nothing. So bad I want to have something to say, something to make it alright. But what? No words can convey. So instead, we drive in silence.
Even yesterday, when he stopped by the cafe for a coffee, I found myself not knowing what to say. All I could do is hug him. But sometimes I think that words are not necessary. I think that hug spoke more than any words I could have said…
I don’t really know how to end this post, I don’t really have some neat little ribbon to put on it. But like life, sometimes we can’t put a neat little bow on life, it just is. It just ends. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love any less.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, that myth is more potent that history.
I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts, that hope always triumphs over experience, that laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death
From – The Crow