A few days ago, I got an e-mail from my friend KP. Along with 2 other spectacular friends, he had sent me a lovely Valentine’s Day gift, so I’d sent him a thank-you message. True to form, KP responded in the most moving, compassionate fashion.
As if he hasn’t suffered enough heartbreak for 10 lifetimes (KP lost his father to cancer 2 years ago), KP’s dog died a couple of weeks ago. He’d had the dog since high school. I expressed my condolences in my e-mail. KP’s response, after acknowledging that his family is heartbroken, was to say “If 3 likes dogs, tell him to look for Lucas, and he’ll quickly find a new best friend.”
Before I knew what was happening, my appreciative laughter had turned to tears. Tears of sorrow at 3’s death, tears of gratefulness for the love of such miraculous friends, and tears of joy at such a wonderful picture. With one sweet sentence, KP had made 3’s death Real for a few moments. Real, but not miserable. I love the image of 3 sprinting around heaven with KP’s gorgeous golden retriever. I don’t know if KP is comforted by the idea of Lucas having an energetic new friend in the form of 3, but I sure am.
After getting that e-mail, I prayed for KP. “God, this guy deserves everything he’s ever wanted.” I firmly believe that. Acceptance to the graduate school he applied to, health and happiness for his entire family, and, most of all, never to lose anyone or anything he loves ever, ever again. KP’s innate compassion and empathy mean that he feels badly enough for the suffering of others. He doesn’t deserve any pain of his own, much less the agony of losing a parent and a beloved pet within the span of 2 years.
Why can’t good things happen to good people? KP has been an endless source of support and comfort for me, and he is generally agreed to be one of the most wonderful people on the planet (and among my remarkable group of friends, that’s really saying something). He should be lavished with all the material and emotional comforts this world has to offer.
I want the best for my friends. They have given me so much these past few weeks, a constant stream of words, thoughts, prayers, and gifts. They have made the Real moments infinitely more bearable. Tonight, I get to go to sleep with the thought of 3 playing fetch with Lucas, each taking care of the other until KP and I get there.