The Holes Love Leaves Behind
Two summers ago, on June 27, 2023 I lost one of my best friends to Cancer. But this post isn't about Cheryl. It's about Ali.
If you've followed me for any length of time, you know I was passionate about the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. And at the tail-end of things in November 2023, a post of mine went viral on Bluesky.
I had no idea how that happened, but traced it to a poet I'd never heard of. I checked out her profile and thought, "She looks neat! Why not? I'll follow".
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Because the heart of this post is love.
I loved Cheryl. We'd known one another since we were 11, and there were parts of our lives only we understood. We were chronic illness warriors, abuse survivors, and badass women held down by society.
When she died, a hole opened in my chest that will never ever be filled. Because no one can know me like she did.
But when I met Ali, I slowly realized another hole I didn't know I had within me was filling—because nobody knows me like Ali.
I think sometimes we see the holes left behind by love and become obsessed with filling them.
When my mother lost her mother, she tried to force six-year-old Rachel into a slot meant for a grown woman. It has informed and tainted our entire relationship.
Often when a lover leaves, there's an instinct to fill that hole immediately with someone else, to mixed success. Because, ultimately, that hole is unfillable.
These holes don't go away—but they can be minimized by filling the rest of our hearts with love.
New lovers that aren't tied to anything except our love for them. New friends who open up entirely new pieces of us we didn't know we had, or nurture parts of us no one has ever understood.
Ali couldn't fill the Cheryl-sized hole in my heart. But she could fill the Ali-sized hole I didn't know existed.
I've never met another human who understood my drive and devotion to loving others for the sake of loving them. No strings. No conditions. No expectations.
She understands my creative drive and expression through writing like no one else—how it's an extension of self, even these blogs!
And she was the lone voice saying "you deserve better" over and over and over these past two years. She literally spoke life into me.
If I'd approached our relationship as, "Oh, here's this person to fill my Cheryl hole!" we'd never have the relationship we have today.
Love lost always leaves holes behind.
The temptation may be to fill those holes.
But I challenge you to fill your heart with love for the sake of love, and not in an attempt to fill an unfillable hole.
In time, that hole won't feel as cavernous as you drift through the other parts of your heart filled to the brim with love. Those holes will always be there, yes, but the ache won't be as all-encompassing.
I'm so glad I let love-for-the-sake-of-love in.
And you will be, too.