Bernie knows death more than he’s ever admitted in the past. His dad died when he (Bernie) was 10, but for years before that, his dad was in and out of his life because he was struggling with mental health issues, so Bernie knows loss all too well.
And that's why he knew that Jake wasn’t ok, even though Jake's fake pasted smile fooled all the others in their friend group.
Pain is pain is pain is pain.
And once you feel the sting of loss, the immeasurable suffering of something being snatched from you prematurely, that sixth sense never goes away. And Bernie knew that feeling all too well.
Bernie looks at his friend and then comes up with a game plan to help him.
“Listen Jake, you’re moving into my house. Starting this evening… And you’re taking my guest room. Stay until the numbness subsides.”
Jake would put up a fight but his tired soul is exhausted and the level of alcohol in his body isn't helping. And truth be told, being with a family that is doing the “normal” things of life would probably be a good thing.
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Emotional Hangovers and Healing
The next morning Jake wakes up hungover, but not just from alcohol, but from his emotions that had begun to creep up into his conscious awareness.
Bernie was smarter than he had let himself know, and truth be told, he missed the smell of Amanda, the smile on her hair tousled face and her giggle, as she pranced around the house rushing out to her busy morning routine and out to her designing job.
Jake placed his hand on his heart as he felt the pounding get louder.
The thoughts in Jake’s head and heart are loud….
Thump thump thump
Darn this heart hurts
It hurts more than I'd like to admit it
“What did Bernie do to me?”
He looks in the mirror and asks that question, out loud.
Ah Bernie did nothing to you, man he's just being a good friend.
Amanda died and you’ve been numbing out the pain.
It's time to feel it so you can heal it
I hate feeling
I hate feeling
It's scary
It feels powerless
It’s frightening
It's unknown
It makes me face demons I’ve been running away from
I miss Amanda
it hurts so bad
But
I guess it's time now. To heal.
Jake sits down on the bathroom floor and the tears begin.
Ah thank god Bernie loves me more than I know it
My heart hurts so bad, that if i was home alone, I’d probably be afraid that I’d pass out from the intensity
But hearing Bernie and his wife clutter and clatter with their morning pancakes, waffles and coffee makes me feel comforted. I’m glad I’m here.