Don’t they know it’s the end of the world? It ended when you said, “Goodbye.”
Sylvia Dee wrote these lyrics, first recorded in 1963 by Skeeter Davis, then later by over twenty-five different artists. Clearly Ms Dee hit a nerve common to almost all of us.
There is, I think, a flaw in the logic of this extremely popular tune. The “end of the world,” to me, connotes a void. When we lose someone we love, there is no void. There is Anguish.
Profound and aching Sadness.
As time passes, we begin to feel blunted – grim, resigned, tired. Then one day, we begin to feel . . . normal. We regain our ability, slowly and falteringly, to appreciate the full range of life’s lows and highs.
I think when we lose someone we love it is not like the end of the world; it is like being thrown into the ocean. Rip currents of grief drag us under and carry us far off course. We feel we are surely going to perish in the churning depths of despair. Suddenly, we find ourselves cast onto the shore, sputtering, disoriented, but alive.
Losing a love is not the end of the world. It is the ebb and flow of the tides, the passing of time, the bruising and healing of the heart. It is a shared human experience.