I remember how you ended our non-relationship.
You’ll always be special to me, Jaclyn, but some people aren’t made to stay. I wasn’t made to stay.
Those words remained in my peripheral consciousness long after your departure.
Made to stay. Are only some, not all, of us made to stay? I don’t have the answer. All I know is that to love rightly and to love well, you have to be willing to endure the hard times. You have to stay when it would be easier to leave.
My grandmother’s progressive Alzheimer’s robbed her of every lovely, recognizable personality trait. Not only has she not known anyone else for years, she hasn’t known herself for just as long. Her body is healthy, but her mind is gone.
My grandfather visits her assisted living home every single day to feed her lunch and dinner. I don’t know what it’s like to have a spouse of 55 years think you’re a stranger, but I imagine it’s the worst way to miss someone… Missing your best friend as they sit next to you and knowing that it’s one-sided loneliness. But he stays. Until the day she dies, he’ll stay.
So when that non-relationship ended, you know what I said.
If I could wish one thing for you, it’s that you eventually find someone who makes you stay.