A new medical condition. Finance struggles. A dying friend.
The medical condition- I'm currently working on it. I'll live.
Finance struggles- I'm currently working on it. I'll survive.
The dying friend? Not so.
I knew she was suffering in great pain, yet I was telling myself she'll recover. She will be okay- just give it a bit more time.
I was at work when I got the call to come to the hospital. It took me three hours, and I was not familiar with the area of hospitals (why do some hospitals have to cluster together in one area?!). So I decided to park somewhere in an underground garage parking, thinking I'll find out where the right building is once I get to the first floor and ask. I got on the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.
The doors opened to a scene that I'd rather go without.
Labor & Delivery- registration.
Pregnant women waiting to check in.
Definitely cold-water shock!
Definitely cold-water shock!
I quickly left the floor as I could, but I was already reeling in shock. I was outside, focusing on not railing at the world publicly. I managed to find the right building (three buildings away). Walking down the hallway, I found myself overwhelmed with rerunning the visual of the labor ward/floor over and over in my mind, while trying to remind myself "you're here for your friend. You're here for your friend."
I couldn't think of my friend. I got to the room, and opened the door- to see her lying in bed, looking really bad.
It's like something *switched* in my mind, now fully attending to her, forgetting my own emotions.
Standing next to her bed, seeing her unresponsive, struggling for the next breath, I knew then she was not going to recover.
Talking with family relatives there, sharing stories and soft chuckles, hugs and tears, I knew then we are there for her, and for ourselves, to remind us death is nearby, a friend, and that life goes on.
After hours, I leaned to kiss her cheek, not knowing if I would see her again before she passes away. I returned to the first building, realizing I'll have to go to the lobby where the elevator would take me to the underground parking- the Labor & Delivery.
I came in the lobby, standing still. And I realized something.
Life is everywhere, even being the other side of the coin, Death.
I took a shaken breath, and went to the elevator, which opened before I could hit the button- to show a very pregnant woman and her husband. The woman smiled at me before passing me. I went in the elevator, and went down, to my car all in silence. Got behind the wheel and started driving the way home.
Stayed up overnight to create a labyrinth painting, in which I named "The Fade." Looking at it, I was reminded of something I had forgotten- of the Hopi seeing the labyrinth as new life and reincarnation. The Labyrinth being the womb itself, in which one comes in and out as new life, reborn. So the seeing the pregnant women echoing something I yearn for, yet the dying friend reflecting something I had forgotten, in which she will still live in my memories, ever meeting me on my circular path with remembrance.
