Loss

“I can’t stand losing you” ~ The Police

Or, as defined by my dictionary

Loss (n): detriment, disadvantage or deprivation, the state of being deprived of or without something that one has had

 

Losing something or someone is horrible. Whether it’s the panic, inconvenience, and annoyance of losing a purse or heart-wrenching death of a loved one, loss is something that effects all of us at some point.

A fair few losses are self-inflicted; the old adage of putting something in a safe place, then promptly forgetting where that safe place was. Or wandering about the house, wondering where your glasses are. Of course they’re on top of your head!

Most items we lose are replaceable. Cancelling all your cards is a pain but do-able. House keys can be replaced. But the old photo or memento you might keep in your purse is much harder to replace. I lost some silver ear-rings on a night out recently. Annoying but replaceable. And it was an excellent night out. However, years ago, I thought I’d lost a necklace. It was given to me by my best friend and is one of my most precious possessions. I was mortified. This went out for months. The feeling of relief when I found it behind a chest of drawers is indescribable. Our reaction to loss of material things varies depending on their value, monetary and otherwise, and the level of emotion attached

Of course, people are not things. I remember a tortured emotional conversation I had when a teenager over a break up. The breaking up and subsequent state was described as being liked the person had died but worse because you knew they were still there but you just couldn’t see them or talk to them. I’m fortunate that my life has not been too touched by death of loved ones. Death is so horribly, awfully, final. Even when it comes as a blessed relief after a period of suffering, there is still that a void left that only that person still being there could fill.

I can no longer equate the end of a relationship to that. And I suspect the friend of my tortured teenage years wouldn’t either. Losing someone hurts. Someone you care for, love, want to be with, walking away from you, for whatever reason, can induce cause such anguish and heartbreak. You can howl like a dog with grief over it. Even if you are the one walking away, when someone is that special but you have to go, it’s a cut that takes a long time to heal.

But people aren’t like purses or house keys. We don’t own them. As hard as it is, either walking away or being left behind, if we love or care then we just have to wish the other person well. They’re not lost, they’ve just gone in a different direction.

 

Princess


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4 thoughts on “Loss

    • I didn’t have the ‘walking away’ part in my mind initially. But as I was writing it came to mind – even when it’s the right thing to do, it’s still hard.

  1. Another compelling blog. Thank you. Loss hurts. I always think there’s an entire continent between our intellectual understanding of loss and how we feel it in our heart and soul. Love. Lily x

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