School starts tomorrow. Maki and I are ready. Not so sure about the little one who, for the past few weeks, covers her ears and shouts “I don’t want to hear it” anytime I mention the word school. That said, it was probably the best summer we have had as a family. Maki stayed in California for the first time ever, which allowed us to relax in and out of each other’s schedules in a way that we can never do during the school year. We had a lot of fun: art lessons with Justine’s friends and band practice with Maki’s, visiting cousins from seemingly everywhere, getting to the beach to escape the heat, and way too many cartoons. Still its going to be a shock to all of us at 6.45 tomorrow morning. Cold Turkey.
Earlier today, a friend of mine mentioned that she knew it was a “big week” ahead for us, and was I ok? I assumed she meant summer ending and school starting. “Oh yes, it will be fine. I thought I’d have the house clean and supplies bought and organized, but I think this year we are just going to roll into it, and straighten up as the week goes on and we are forced to accept its ” (This is the beauty of Public School.) She gently laughed and told me that she meant Vernon’s passing-anniversary, which falls this next Friday. Then I realized how it hadn’t come to mind. I mean, I think of it a little here and there, maybe even every day for the past couple of weeks, but its a thought that soon disappears behind other thoughts, more current thoughts, like whatever is happening right now. I really didn’t expect to be so nonchalant about this year’s moment. As I’ve said before, last year’s grief seemed to hit so hard for most of August and September. I expected to at least have my guard up. But strangely, that hasn’t been necessary yet.
What a strange thing to not feel so sad about the sad things. Yes, of course it is still sad…its a sad story. But when I talk about him, I feel like I’m speaking from a distance now, another story that happened among many other stories in my life. Yes, it was the absolute worst one, and it was horrible and so unfair, but with a little time, it sort of blends into the collection of books in my body’s library. Again, let me stress it was a really transformative, important book. But now with a few smaller but still-interesting books under my belt, my imagination has blossomed, and I’m fascinated by the prospect of new stories, new pages, new voices.
I wonder if this has something to do with feeling like I was married twice. I was married to Vernon v.1 for 7.5 years, and I was married to Vernon v.2 for another two and a half. It mixes up, sometimes I miss the connection I had with the first one, but it seems so long ago now since he was here, I have to grasp the air to remember what that was. And I’m grateful to the second version in all his awkward helplessness because he taught me about a deeper substance of love that was in me somewhere after all. So it’s likely in the rest of you too, hidden away, a mysterious, beautiful strength you find when you need it (but possibly only then.)
I loved both of him. And both of him loved me. Both of him loved the children (whether they understand that yet or not.) That is a lot of love to experience. Now we know that we can live well without him too. All that love doesn’t just disappear though: it moves in my relationship with the kids, in whom I see more of their dad all the time. It moves in their connection with each other. I find I can even offer it to myself. It’s a strange kind of physics how our hearts divide and expand and keep going and giving regardless. This year, at this time, I am more interested in growth than grief. I’m sure he’d be happy with that. He’d be proud of us no matter what.
I’m especially grateful to have his two children in my life, these young fellow travelers, my anchors to the present…and I’m also happy to send them back to school tomorrow. 🙂
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PS I also reserve the right to feel totally sad again whenever the grief comes next. I understand it never fully goes away and can sneak up on a person. The waves are rarely as strong as they were in the first year, and much of the fog as lifted. Its good to not feel defined by loss.
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So gracefully and honestly put. Some of us have never suffered grief but we all will.Reading your words have been a comfort.
Thank you Simon. I hope you are well!
I am so blessed to read this and grateful for you sharing at this time. Thank you for being willing to be vulnerable and transparent.
Allison, your words, like your art, are an extension of the spirit of hope you freely give. It brings great comfort to learn to cope with the arcs we experience as we travel our journey. Your idea that we are a library of books that make up different parts of our lives is such a beautiful way to come to terms with unexpected (and often unwelcomed) changes. So you made it to the end of one book—and there is nothing to regret by re-living and re-visiting pages already read. The beauty of having a library is knowing there are always more tales to experience, more pages to linger on and unopened books just waiting for the touch of your fingertips. Much love to you and the kids…you all are so precious.
You are so kind, Robert. What a beautiful statement. Thank you so much.
I’m always moved by every chapter of your journey. Glad I got to be a single page of it this summer. Your kids are so amazing and even though I didn’t know Vernon, I know he would be so Proud of all three if you.
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xoxox Thanks Erika!
Dear Allison,
Thank you for your insight…your words touched my heart. I am happy that you had such a wonderful summer with your two beautiful children. It is a joy for me to see how Maki is growing into such a wonderful young man. As blessed as you are to have him in your life, he is so fortunate to have you. You are such a a strong, talented and an amazing mother, as well as a’groundbreaking girl’!
I used to sit on the counter as a young lad and watch my mom make pancakes on Saturday mornings. Each ingredient I’d impulsively sample… flour, raw eggs, syrup, sugar, buttermilk… some satisfying, others repulsive. Yet they all baked together, with heat, and produced something wonderful in the end. I think that’s what you describe so well, Allison. Like Romans 8:28. The single life situations/seasons are not always pleasant, some quite bitter. But “baked” together, over time, something rather unique and beautiful emerges. With your story, I see beauty forming.
Allison,
You have 2 of the most live and responsive to you and they are such lovely children. Love were you are now and progressive as you go. She will start to love school when she gets back with her pals and she will change. I remember being in the 3rd grade and hope that she enjoys it. Maki is going so far–already a Senior. Does he knows were he is going to college yet or not? Will he go hear in the USA or go overseas and go to college? You still have some time but it gets here before you know it.
Hugs,
Becky
Thank you Rebekah. Maki will stay here after high school and go to a community college while he works, then transfer hopefully to another college for music engineering.