It’s been a challenging week. I took on the role of being a supportive friend. This week my community lost an old friend of mine to metastatic pancreatic cancer. He went quickly, having just announced his diagnosis a month ago.
Many people in my circles were still coming to terms with his diagnosis when he passed away. There is a lot of shock, and grief. There is also a coming together of kindness and support as stories, memories, are shared.
This community pulled together to support my friend in his passing and to provide him with the send off he desired. There is documentation and journaling and a promise of a resource guide. Those who participated in that process are all posting “I want to go like this” on their Facebook pages.
I have stayed in the background, offering quiet support to those I am closer to. I have mostly listened and acknowledged that this man’s passing is a great loss to the community at large. I have encouraged people to check in on each other. I have passed on the news to folks who knew this man, but are outside of our community.
I have another friend who is building a career as an entertainer. She had a set at a comedy club as part of a contest. So I went to the club to be supportive. She didn’t move ahead in the contest, but I had a great time.
Laughter is often the best medicine when dealing with stress, grief, anger and other difficult emotions. Our bodies need the release, and so do our souls. It seemed odd being at a comedy club when so many of my friends were looking to join in toasting the life of this man. Still, for me, it was the better choice.
I got to support another friend. I got a night out (which my regular readers know is a big treat). I got to laugh, which was good for me.