Walking the path

It's gotta be the caffeine. I can't shut up today!

It is SO HARD to feel SO BIG for other people sometimes.
Aaron is walking a difficult path.
It's a path that most all of us will walk, have walked, are walking.
His dad is slowly dying.
It's cancer.
He/they will make a big decision next week together.
I JUST GOT DONE/AM STILL watching other people I love walk this path.
Does anything hurt as bad as people we love hurting? Having no control over things that seem out of control? Like cancer, growing and growing?
Being FORCED to release our physical grip on people we love?
If we want to stay *connected* to them when they are out of their bodies, then we are forced to believe in some sort of afterlife, etc.
We are suposed to live long enough to bury our parents. It's a nightmare of titanic proportions (like that?) when it's the other way around.
But oh, it's not easy.
We COULD shut down on it, shut down on the feelings, block them out, become numb through drinking or whatever means we can grab on to. Feeling is HARD STUFF. Or we can choose to FEEL IT, and feel overwhelmed by the bigness, maybe the darkness, the scariness of not knowing if we will ever NOT feel that way again. Terrifying. But sometimes that's where we find the strongest love. The truth of who we are. Invincible, unstoppable, unfenceable, completely expansive, beautiful lives. But it takes a brave person to go THERE, to the bottom of the well when the water is keep and there is a sack of rocks on our shoulders.
My friend is riding the bucket toward the water, slowly. I have all the faith in the world that he will find himself surrounded by love, and hopefully is finding that already (count me in as one!)....but oh, that is such a slow and sometimes torturous ride down, and I would just do anything I could to help it not be so hard, when it is hard.

Is love enough?