Letters to July – Twenty-Ninth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.
Dear July,
I had a nap and woke up to messages and missed calls I didn’t understand. ‘I don’t know what this means’, I said, frowning at the message. Then boyfriend told me what had happened, what it meant. A friend, a part of our community, had died. And I just looked at him and said ‘Oh. Oh that’s sad,’ as if stating it might help.
It’s strange July, because my sadness isn’t really for me. It’s a sadness for the other people whose sadness is so much bigger and harder and scarier than mine. I don’t really know where to put this sadness, what to do with it, how to feel it.
So often we don’t realise how far life goes, how much it ripples and echoes. Today my community has been completely enveloped by those ripples and those echoes and right now there’s nothing else.
Alex x

Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

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