Sunday, August 19, 2012
I see how this goes for me now, when the facts of a death--so mundane, so common to us all--trigger the reel. I'm both dreading and anticipating the funeral: dreading the reality of Tina's loss; anticipating the excuse to visit with my own. (I lie when Liam asks from the other room, "Who are you talking to, Mom?" "Just myself," I tell him. I remember my mother saying the same to me when I was a child, and now I understand: she had an entire community of beloveds on the other side of the wall, and part of her went with them.)
So much has changed in life since I last posted here in 2009. New job, and new life in Georgia. A horrible year last year--a real crusher. But we survived, and above obsession notwithstanding; we're solid again.