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What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun. What a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a blink of an eye and be gone from me. Let me hold it close and keep it here with me. And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see ...

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I’m a pro.

  • You enter into high anxiety, stress, and worry that something is happening to your loved one. You’re scrambling.
  • You also go in and out of denial. Thinking there’s going to be a way out and a plan, you just have to find it. You try to maintain some semblance of your life because it affirms that everything is going to be okay. You have a hint of selfish thoughts on how this will change things and you beat them back with your better self.
  • Denial gets mixed up with hope. And this helps you to sleep a little.
  • Urgency. You realize that hope is fading and its friend denial is also checking out. You no longer sleep. Food suddenly tastes terrible.
  • You are hit with a ton of bricks. You have rage. You have sorrow. And you have fear. You’re afraid of death, this thing we all try to never think about because it’s incongruous to living.
  • You try to cram in all the love you can. You do this because your loved one has been sick and your relationship has changed the past weeks because sickness simply changes people. You also feel incompetent because you are helpless at stopping their pain.
  • In a healthy moment, you remind yourself that you’ve loved this being for years and you don’t have to cram it in now. All of it exists at the same time. Just help them.
  • I research. I write a lot. I take photos. I make lists. I try to feel like I have control where there is none.
  • You enter into a heightened mode because death is coming. You never access this mode so you feel unfamiliar to yourself. You feel strange and almost fake because death is un-comprehendable, un-acceptable.
  • You try to say the things you need to say to your loved one but it’s mixed with desperation, sincerity, self-observation, meaninglessness, truth, and love. You fail to remember that all those memories with them were mother. fucking. love.
  • Death comes.
  • You are shocked the sun is still shining and people are all still doing their daily routine. Your brain gets confused. No one knows you are carrying this secret event but it feels like they should and you despise them just a little for not.
  • You begin to feel like you’ve landed on another planet. You look down at your hands and expect a different form. You look for signs that maybe you have been transported, perhaps the vase is in a different place or the color of the flowers on the tree outside went from white to pink. And you can say, I knew it!
  • You cry hysterically. You’re overcome with guilt and analyze minutiae of the past weeks, every fail. You are hard on yourself. Harder than you’ve ever been or will be. You fight off regret and come to the unrealistic and unattainable conclusion that you should have loved them every day to the fullest oversaturated capacity and you failed at that so you suck. You go through every detail of every minute of your life with them and measure it against this impossible standard.
  • You then are hit with an enormous wave of numbness and emptiness. All the stress from worrying about your loved one is suddenly removed. You realize how much it was occupying your body. There is a release, like after an orgasm. Muscles unclench. Your brain feels like it’s floating in euphoria.
  • Then, it’s like you’ve just walked through a curtain into another dimension where your loved one doesn’t exist. As though they’ve never existed in this new plane you’re on. You see evidence around of their existence so it doesn’t compute.
  • The evidence sends you into a new pattern of on and off crying and then the numbness again. You’re fucking exhausted. You can show people the evidence (an unfinished drink or marks on the window from their nose) but you can’t produce the body.
  • You write to friends and family letting them know, with the secret agenda that they will say they love you and are thinking of this being you lost -- and so many emails come -- and it does help. You’re not alone.
  • You get a tiny glimpse into moving on without them. You dip your toe in but not your foot because that feeling just made you want to throw up. You occupy yourself at times but you run back to the sadness, like a child running to hide behind their mom, because you begin to feel the sadness equates to holding onto them.
  • You drench yourself in them. All their photos, videos, stories, and material possessions because of that toe dip your brain took. You know someday you’re going to move past this and have days where they don’t come to mind or you forget what they smelled like. Time will strip them away like fading paint and you know it. You hate it.
  • You continue with an on and off rhythm of drenching yourself with them, stepping away, and then pouring them over you again like walking through a waterfall. You start thinking you’re mourning too much but you’re a rebel and don’t care. BUT with all that drenching, you refocus on their life before the illness and that secretly becomes the key to healing.
  • Eventually, there’s more time in between these visits to the waterfall. You’ll try to conjure the hysterical crying but it’s a little less accessible day by day. You plan some symbolic gesture. Throwing the ashes. Getting a tattoo. Taking a trip. And push away self-destructive thoughts.
  • And one day, they are just a beautiful being that you speak of. That you remember fondly. But the searing pain is removed. Details have faded. And you’ve transferred the love you reserved just for them into other loved ones around you. And it’s a sharper love. More pure than before. The highest grade. The expensive love.
  • And then of course, one day you will go as well. And the process will be the same for your loved ones left behind and you’ll want that. To move forward. To replace and recycle their love for you with more love for others. That good love. That love that’s known loss...
jul 8 2019 ∞
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