It’s 2:30 in the morning in Chicago right now and I stupidly decided to have a caffinated drink before going to bed - I just had a craving for it. And so, I figured it’d be better for me to make a post and reflect on my recent visit to Boston, rather than tossing and turning in bed.
So, it’s been a little over a couple of hours since the two year anniversary of Eddie’s passing. I was able to make it out to see Eddie yesterday (it was a beautiful day as it usually is whenever I go to visit him), where I spent my time cleaning around his area and telling him all the thoughts that would pop into my mind. I believe he can comprehend the things I write about and speak aloud, but also the thoughts in my head.
It’s never difficult for me to want to go and see Eddie at any moment. I cherish the time I actually get to be where he lays. Even though I know he’s always around the ones he cares about/care for him, it brings a different level of solace visitng where he physically rests. Today was no different.
As I was nearing the end of my visit with Eddie, I couldn’t help but step back and absorb the view before me. I was in a cemetary with Eddie’s tombstone directly in front of me and others laid aside of him. The emotion that had befallen onto me for a brief moment was acceptance of what’s happened two years ago through now. I believe acceptance of what’s occured used to scare me, because I thought it would mean the end of my strength to stay put together, but I realize it doesn’t mean that at all. Though I can’t say I fully (or even majorly) accept these events, I know it doesn’t mean the end.
As I stated during Eddie’s wake two years ago, “my ambition, my motivation, and my success will all be in the name of Eddie.” I don’t forsee myself steering away from this path.
I don’t believe Eddie and I called each other on a regular basis. It was typically whenever either one of us felt it was time to simply catch up, or to find out details of the holidays that were coming up. However, there were periods where we would call each other a few times a week just to chat and see what’s new.
Typically, it would be me calling him multiple times a week attempting to get a hold of him, leave a message, wait for a call back, never receive one, and me having to call and leave a message again. I don’t believe anyone would deny Eddie was a busy person, whether it was for work or to be with friends, so I understood his actions.
Occassionally, I find myself sitting in front of my laptop at home and looking over to my right, where the LCD picture frame Danny got me rotates photos of Eddie, and it dawns on me that I can’t simply call Eddie to catch up anymore. Even now, after writing that last line, I had to take a pause and let reality set in. It’s obviously never easy, but some way and some how I’m sure he knows what’s happening in my life, from the mostly mundane to the exciting.