Thursday, March 3, 2016

Memorial Time

            I’ve finished writing up my comments about J. and now I’m getting feedback from my writing groups and friends. Now I am gathering together other comments from friends who aren’t able to come to the memorial this week, and also putting together what librarians call “ephemera,” materials like the newspaper clips my husband wrote as a reporter, letters he wrote to friends that they saved, family memorabilia, as well as a large matteboard of photographs.
            While doing all of this work, I felt myself slipping into a relationship with time rather like that I felt when I was pregnant with my daughter, 44 years ago. It feels like this period of time is outside the usual stream of minutes-hours-days passing always in one direction. This “memorial time” feels static, not moving, containing within it all the time J. and I were together but all lumped together.  One moment of time holding all of our moments, which I could bury myself in if I chose.
            I want to be there... yet I don’t, I can’t. I can’t stop living, I have to keep moving forward along with everyone else. Yet somehow I want to keep a connection to that parallel memorial time. Just to touch it, touch him, now and then. 

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  1. Sarah Dessen....Author of The Truth about Forever wrote " Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight how it holds you in place". I lost my mother 15 years ago and never truly accepted it. To not think of it I would not think of her. I avoided acknowledging her birthday, memorials, pictures---I avoided her because I wasn't ready for her to leave me. Your slice resonated with me in many ways. A year ago...I accepted that the empty space... doesn't means she's gone. Physically... yes! Memories--there were not many, but I hold them dear to my heart. Grieving...sometimes it's calm. Other days, I feel as though I am in a terrible rainstorm. I am saddened by your loss and am praying for your strength.

  2. What a brave post. Thank you for sharing. P.S. I just read your "About Me" statement. I love it. I'll stay prepared.