No one actually says ‘It’s time’. No one has
ever said those words to me. In fact, people are still hesitant to send me pictures.
They’ll email a scanned photograph from his childhood, adolescence,
youngmanhood and excuse themselves.
Sorry, they say, we don’t want to open up any
wounds.
What wound? I think. Oh, this gaping hole?
Don’t worry, I reply, the picture is sweet. I
love it.
They cannot imagine this wound ever healing.
Once a friend told me a friend of hers felt a
huge relief at finally scattering the ashes. She looked hard at me. She smiled.
I made an attempt to smile back. I nodded my head. I’m guessing she bit her
tongue, because she never mentioned time.
At first it is the hours that pass, then the
days. Weeks, let’s be honest here, nobody marks time in weeks. Weekends, maybe;
Fridays or Mondays. (You’d be surprised how weekends can lead you to understand
certain religious concepts like purgatory and limbo.) Months, seasons, a year.
The days marked off as firsts. First non-birthday, first light bulb changed,
first holiday, first appliance broken down. One day you realize you haven’t
cried for two days in a row. Another day you realize he’s been gone longer than
you were together.
Still no one uses time to accuse me. They talk
about how long it’s been, can’t believe it. Sometimes they will look at me – I
can read the look – but still no one ever suggests that it might be time. They
cannot imagine. It might even be on the tips of their tongues to say, Found
someone new?, wishing to see me happy so they could stop being terrified. Then
their look softens. They cannot imagine. I could tell them, but I don’t. It
will never be time.
A very perceptive piece. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra.
DeleteThey cannot imagine.. a great refrain. I've had this happen, and what I got was, Isn't it time.... As you say, they cannot imagine. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI'm quite thankful I don't get much of it.
DeleteThanks, Steph!
Time is so different for each person and the situation they are in. It passes in its own inevitable way, yet the measure of it is personal.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
It's all relative, isn't it?
DeleteThank you, Renee!
How sad. Terrible to think it will never be time again.
ReplyDeleteAfter a while, it seems more terrible from the outside looking in, sometimes.
DeleteTouching and heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteGlad for the touching, sorry for the heartbreaking.
Delete"What wound? I think. Oh, this gaping hole?"
ReplyDeleteI adore the sardonic, cynical tone. It works wonderfully.
So glad you got that. Thanks, Jess!
DeleteThis is so sad. You worked in some great details, which made the story so real. I like the last paragraph. It really sums up her inability to move on.
ReplyDeleteSorry for the sad, Janna, but glad for the like. Thank you!
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DeleteThe pain shows so clearly through this whole piece. It's really powerful. Amazing work!
ReplyDeleteGlad for the power. Thank you so much, Draug!
DeleteVery powerful, I like the matter of fact tone in a story that is really very painful. Great one
ReplyDeleteOh, good, I'm glad you like the tone. Thank you, Björn!
Deletewell expressed
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jody!
DeleteThis is so lovely and sad. I love the way you built this up gradually to the conclusion. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you loved the construction. Thanks, lumdog!
DeleteThis is just so terribly sad...especially with the restraint she has, others would break and scream at them, but the restraint drains the energy even more...well done
ReplyDeleteThanks, Managua! Restraint... well, in all fairness, it has been a while.
DeleteReally touching. I thoroughly enjoyed this
ReplyDeleteGlad for touching and enjoyment. Thanks, HL!
DeleteThe meaning of "time" is so different for everyone-our perceptions,our emotions & how we relate to others ,all gets defined by time.Sometimes,our losses are so deep that time freezes for us-its difficult to explain to someone else what that loss means-as you rightly pointed that "gaping hole"-it never gets filled,the void continues.They say time heals but I believe,not always-we just learn to live with it as an inherent part of ourselves-we just exist.This poignant piece touched me very deeply Kymm.
ReplyDeleteWow, I can tell by your comment how deeply.
DeleteThe huge misbelief is that healing takes you back before the wound. Healing leaves scarring, places that never function properly again, chronic or recurring pain... Yeah, you learn to live with it.
Thanks so much, Atreyee!