AND THEN THERE WAS ONE
As told by Charlie Morgan Death seems so final. That’s a dumb thing to say . . . it is final . . . so very, very final. It’s the end of everything that really matters. It’s like driving into a brick wall. I’ve never driven into a brick wall but I assume the impact is the same as having someone die in your arms. It’s like closing a book you’ve been reading for more than twenty years. You remember everything you’ve read but you can’t open the book again. You set it on the table and stare at it – a tin cylinder filled with ashes. Everything that has gone before suddenly stops and you’re alone. It wasn’t sudden. I knew it was coming and thought I was prepared, but I wasn’t . . . no one is. I didn’t realize until the light faded from his eyes and his body relaxed that he was truly gone and I was alone. It dawned on me at that moment – I had been loved every single moment of every single day since we met in that stuck elevator and now it was over, and I was no longer loved. Friends