Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Grief Report: Week 7

Daughter M and Dan in the Library Bar at my MFA graduation Jan. 2010
I'm sitting in this very spot as I write this. The plant in the corner has been replaced by a smaller pot of the same plant and now sits on the end table. M is a slightly older version of her amazing self--but back at home with my mom so I can be here. I have with a glass of white zinfandel instead of my customary lemon martini. Dan, however, is gone, no longer of this world. Part of grieving, I have discovered, is finding more and more places where the person you loved is not.

But I am breathing. Living. Talking. Listening. Relishing. Mourning. Rejoicing.

There's been a nice battery recharge for me here. Connecting with fellow writers, faculty, and mentors--and getting to read from my book. I will return to my reclusive corner of writer-ville, seeking community--wholeheartedly intending to build one.


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1 comment:

  1. Ms. MoonJuly 27, 2014 at 6:22 AM

    Beautiful picture.
    You are so completely right- so many places our loved ones who have gone on are not.
    Each place realized is a new kick to the heart.
    I admire you and how you are rebuilding, creating, gathering and making art and beauty.

    ReplyDelete

It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?