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This is definitely for script supes, too.
We are lucky. We are very very lucky. My friend died and this is all I can think about. We are lucky. I lucked in to a group of people who can speak in shorthand and love unconditionally when we need to. A group of people so immensely meaningful to me that I cannot conceive of making any big decision or getting through any major life event without them. They are my heart, my brain trust, my blood. They have seen me at my worst and forgiven me. I have learned forgiveness standing next to them. I have been bolstered, strengthened, and educated with each time I return home. These people are my home. Dan was part of that. We are lucky that he was a part of that for all of us and he was lucky to have us.
I’m having trouble articulating what I’m feeling. It’s part numb, part compassion, part depression, and surprisingly part acceptance. I think the most freeing thing about the grieving process that anyone has ever said to me is that ‘the stages don’t have to go in order, and you don’t have to only go through them once.” It is allowing me the space to experience this loss in whatever way it manifests at the moment and for however long it takes. This isn’t the sort of thing you get over you just have to learn to move forward.
Losing Dan is a blow to all of us but we are doing the right thing. We are together attempting to make sense of it of the mostly random, totally undeserved and simply unlucky event. I got a phone call and booked a flight back to New York within thirty minutes because I knew that when the hammer came down there was no place else I could be. This collective catharsis is the most important part of the process to me. I get to be there for my friends and they get to be there for me. Whether this brings us closer or inspires us to change anything remains to be seen but the one thing I know for certain is that I am limitlessly grateful to be here.
I will hear a hundred people tomorrow talk about his laugh or his hugs as a symbol of the person we lost and I will agree whole heartedly every single time it is said. But to me, the most important thing about my friend were not his accomplishments or talents it was that my whole life he made me feel safe, respected, heard, and accepted. He was my home.
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The ENFP personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.
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