The day Ben died, a huge part of my heart and soul did too. I had never felt more alone in the world. My angel, the one willing to defend me even when I might be wrong, was gone. Forever. I thought back to all the times we had discussed death, lightheartedly, and realized that it was those conversations that would pull me through the next few days, the funeral, seeing his mother again except this time her baby was dead and gone. A few days before I had seen her while sitting with Ben in his room, I couldnt fathom the pain she must have felt, but I had a good idea. This beautiful mother, the mother that still wore her hair long and without some kind of motherly hair-do. The same person I knew I would be at her age. The same mother that spend so much time loving other kids, kids who didnt have a parent so caring or understanding as her. How could I comfort her? I was barely holding me together. Ben and I had discussed how we wanted to be cremated when we died. So he was. It was hard to be at the funeral home without seeing him there. It was then I came to full realization that the soul is the person, not the body. Id never visit another gravesite as I had been doing for Steve... because I realized with great impact, that my loved ones were not there. Their souls didnt linger around their graves. Their souls were with their loved ones. Watching, comforting, and sometimes sending a message. I went through that funeral with blinders on. I offered the comfort to those who I knew needed it. Diane, bens mom, who was smiling and trying to maintain, took one look at me and she could see the lost look on my face, it broke her heart in half. I was partially ashamed of myself for causing her more pain, but also relieved that she knew how very much I had loved him. And that loss of love had put that look on my face.
A week after Ben died a friend I hadnt spoke to for about 3 months called my mothers house and begged for my new number. My mother always wary about giving out my number sensed the urgency in her voice and gave it to her. She called. The conversation was almost exactly this.
Joy, I have to tell you something. I know you might not be ready to hear this but I have to. I had a dream about Ben last night. (She dreamed of Ben??? She hardly knew him) He told me a couple of things in this dream. He told me to tell you it was ok, he is ok. He told me to tell you he is there for you, now and forever. Those were his words Joy, Now and forever. But you have to let him rest Joy, he cant be there for you when you are so angry at the world and blocking everyone out. You're blocking him out too you know. In tears and anger I ended the conversation immediately.
Id never block him out! But was I? Was my inability to see into a future without my best friend enough to keep his warm soul from comforting my cold one? When Steve died I had felt him there almost immediately. Im almost sure it was his strength that drug me to the phone to call his friends to tell them he had died. But I had not felt Bens presence. I was angry about that too. I loved him, he knew it. I needed him in any way I could have him. I had so much to say to him and I never got to.
Any fears I had of death, even after losing Steve, were erased in that moment. Ben would be there with open arms when my time came. This I know.
How can "God" be so cruel. Sure yea, Ive heard about how sometimes God takes his angels back to heaven earlier then earthly beings expect. But fuck that and fuck you God, that was my angel you took. Faith? You wish me to have faith in someone who would rob me of the other half of the soul I had after Steve died? Leave me here to suffer the abuse alone? Take from me the only person in my world who felt my life was worth saving. Why the fuck not take me? Im the bitter one, Im the ugly one, Im the one that hates you. You could have taken me and sent me straight to hell to teach me a lesson. Instead, you took from earth a good man, one who would be a better parent then I could ever be. One who loved and honored and obeyed his parents. Maybe thats why this world of yours is so fucked up, you take the Soulfull and leave the Soulless to scramble without them.