This weekend, I heard anticipated but still shocking news:
A friend’s partner passed away after a long illness.
No one expected anything different, and he was seriously sick for a very long time. Yet it still shocks. Why? He was barely 30 years old.
As I’ve gotten to know the quilting grannies recently, a nagging part of my brain has kept asking, “Do I really want to get close only to experience loss in a few years?” For some, “a few” is an exaggeration, but for others not so much.
No, I’m not proud of that attitude, but it’s part of who I am. Losing Bas was hard for all of us, and he was far away in a different country. Would I have wanted not to know him at all? Of course not. But would I consciously choose to continue a relationship knowing I would lose that person sooner rather than later?
What if I had entered a romantic relationship, only to find out quite soon that my partner had less than a year to live?
I don’t have any answers today. Just thinking about the courage it takes to love, to love hard, and to love even when it will mean terrible hurt.
What if it were you? What would you choose?