A human life is a story told by God. ~Hans Christian Andersen
Melanie A. Grimm
December 18, 1976 – March 28,2014
Bertha F. Nesser
December 19, 1970 – May 22, 2014
Recently, meaning within the last couple of months and a week ago, two friends of mine from back in the day, have separately moved on into their eternal journeys. Melanie Grimm and Bertha Nesser both passed away at young ages, but graced everyone who knew them with their friendship and loving spirits.
Unfortunately, in recent times, I’ve lost touch with both ladies, only reaching out via Facebook or the rare get together, but I still considered them friends. To be honest, I took advantage of these distant friendships, thinking they would be around for a long long time, into our ripe old ages. I guess God had other plans.
Previously, I wanted to pay homage to Melanie, who passed away on Friday, March 28, 2014, but was never sure how, it’s been weighing on my heart. To be honest, I was in a little bit of shock, knowing she was sick for quite some time, yet remaining in that false safe place called denial.
Then, Bertha passed, on Thursday, May 22, 2014. Now the true reality of death is standing in front of me and staring me in the face, without as much as a blink or a flinch. I know this is a part of life, but one I was hoping to postpone for many years.
Recently, Grandma Ferry – Moving Into Greener Pastures, passed at the age of 97. That’s an acceptable age, at least in my mind, but 37 years and 43 years, respectively, is uncompromisable, again in my tunnel vision. I’m still trying to fathom the death of my cousin Tommy who was only 13 years old. Moving On Too Soon – Thomas Watson Piper. I know there’s no age prerequisite for dying, but some ages make more sense to me than others.
There is no doubt that there is a world of people, meaning strangers, who have experienced worse in life, so much more so than I can ever imagine. But the death of a friend still shakes a person up a bit.
I’m no stranger to dealing with a sudden loss, and I’ve experienced tragedy first hand. Nothing can ever compare, nor crumble my spirits and drop me to my knees with sadness and sorrow like it did with Ryan’s passing, at least I hope not for a long time. Yet, loosing a friend effects me in a different way, not better or worse, just different. It certainly rekindles emotions from Ryan’s funeral.
Sometimes, I wish I could become callous to death and facing the loss of loved ones with ease and without sadness. Personally, I guess I wish that of no one, for every life has meaning and is essential to the world and should be treated with extreme importance. However, on the same note, even though death is inevitable, I pray for many to have peace when exiting this world and their family and friends are graced with acceptance and strength. My heart bleeds for those suffering, truly heartbreaking.
It’s weird, but both gals, Melanie and Bertha were very similar, at least in ways that come to my mind; fun, goodhearted, hard working and friendly, to name a few. I came to know Melanie through a friend, as did I with Bertha. Did they know each other? I don’t believe so, but without a doubt they would have been friends.
I don’t mean to lessen either death by combining them in one blog post, but to be honest, I don’t think I could have ever mustered two separate tributes without it breaking me down. It seems as though I am comforted to speak of them together and deal with their deaths as one whole, little bit more manageable from my point-of-view.
I want to give a call out to each lady and reiterate how genuine and great each one was in life, and how missed they are and will be for years to come. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone Melanie and Bertha touched.