A family member is transitioning, and it has brought up some complicated feelings for me. We were never close, but he has always been proud of me and my accomplishments.
I feel sad for the family members who have been closest to him. He hasn't had an easy life, and he ever really found his footing or experienced the kind of life most of us hope for. He spent a significant portion of his life struggling just to get by. In the years since he reconnected with the family, his quality of life didn't improve very much.
It makes me sad to think about how little there may be to say about his life when the time comes to say goodbye. Not because he was a bad person, but because it feels as though so much of his life passed without him ever finding his place in the world or leaving much of a mark. There's something heartbreaking about that.
But what makes me saddest is knowing that the people who love him will miss him. He is loved, and that matters, even if his life didn't unfold the way anyone might have hoped.
I also feel a little guilty that I never loved him the way he seemed to love me. But the truth is that we were essentially strangers. He lived on the streets for a significant portion of his life. By the time he came back home, I was leaving home; so our lives didn't overlap.
I don't think I'm grieving the loss of a close relationship. I think I'm grieving the life he didn't get to have, the things he may never have experienced, and the sadness of knowing that someone can live a long life without ever seeming to find much happiness or purpose. And I'm grieving for the people who love him and will have to say goodbye.
It's a strange kind of sadness, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with it.