Depression ↔ Distance
‘Pleasure,’ I say, returning the sincerity of his smile along with the document, duly signed. Absolute serenity marks the moment, disturbed only by the screeches of some Loeries outside. Just as he’s happy to feed them daily, so I’m grateful for the opportunity to help our friend. It’s wise to have a will, simple as that. Fit and strong as he is, it won’t be needed for decades, but still it’s good practise.
‘Give my regards to Dave,’ he waves, after we hug goodbye. ‘Sure. See you soon!’ Warm, breezy farewell, like the kiss of summer flowers sharing a field. Knowing that their neighbour will be there come sunrise. Only he isn’t. Not ever. Dear friend, had you any idea of how much we cared? Of the hole you would leave behind? If only our love could have reached across the Distance and dispersed the Darkness. If only we’d known it was there.
Quotes to consider:
“Depression is rage spread thin.” – George Santayana
“That terrible mood of depression of whether it’s any good or not is what is known as The Artist’s Reward.” – Ernest Hemingway