Saturday, July 30, 2005

It Is Finished

Three hours sleep in the past 24. My friend passed away this morning. I don't know what to say. I sat with her through the night. To be witness to the suffering - for what purpose? I don't know. A line from some movie keeps going through my head, "Death comes to us all." I thought I knew what suffering was. Nada. Nope. Haven't experienced it. Thought I knew what it looked like to embrace it. Nope. At this point I would rather be run over by a truck than go through the fires of purification by suffering. At one point last night I had to leave the room cause I couldn't bear to witness the I was leaving the verses about Jesus in the garden and his friends not being able to stay awake came to me. Bearing witness to the journey is damn hard work.

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