on the passing of friends

Ten years ago today I woke up in the early hours of the morning to incomprehensible news.  Two friends, back from their own awful discovery, awoke me from a drunken collapse and told me that two of our best friends had driven into a tree and died. 

Never before had a shadow fallen into me so deeply as this time, but what sprang from the well of this sorrow has been the most unbelievable string of discoveries-my evolution, really.

I think about them all the time.  Usually in the form of, what lesson would they want me to learn right now?  What would they think about this?  Or, they would love this.   They would be so proud of me for this. 

In their absence, they give me so much, and yet I miss them so dearly.