death bewilders me.
i went in to work at the store yesterday and was told that one of the other sales associates had passed away over the weekend. i was in the middle of restocking ribbon, and i had stacks of the spools balanced just right in my arms (yes, the smarter thing would be to put them on a cart). when my boss told me, i forgot about the ribbon + moved my head, making the stacks topple: clack, clack, clack of plastic hitting the wood floor.
my first thought was, "no, that's not possible." just a few weeks ago we were unpacking an order of 270 accordion books and talking about summer plans. she was going to be a camp counselor at a camp for kids with autism. shortly after that convo, she went on leave to go to Texas to get treated for cancer.
the image in my head of her at the store, very much alive, seemed strong enough to negate the words coming from my boss's mouth. i spent the rest of the day immersed in an overwhelming cloud of confusion.
i'd think i'd be a pro at handling news about death by now. for the past ten years, i've thought about my dead brother every day- where is he now? can he see me? can he hear me when i talk to him? i've processed my feelings about his death ad nauseum through talk, through art, through music, through words, with myself, with trained professionals, with friends. but my reaction yesterday proves that, despite all my grief work, the death of a young person is still unbearably bewildering to me because IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. my coworker is not supposed to be dead, she's supposed to be at camp right now. and then after camp, she's supposed to start another year of college. and then after that, she's supposed to do something else that does not involve being dead.
in the latest "Pirates of the Caribbean", everyone's searching for the fountain of youth. i don't know why someone would want to live forever. the longer you live, the more ppl you know die.