In
grief we focus on how a relationship ends and all of the sorrow. We forget how
the relationship began, the uncertainties, our timidity, the rush of
excitement. Our utter delight and joy. In addition to thinking about the larger
context of grief and death in society, it’s also important to remember our
personal stories of heart. This is how Evelyn and I began.
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I
first saw Evelyn at a conference in Santa Rosa, a year after I moved from
Wisconsin to California for graduate school. She was singing a solo while I was
performing short dramas in a mime troupe. (I know what you’re thinking. It’s
okay. I studied classical Balinese mime with Leonard Pitt.) The power and
purity of her voice spun my head around to watch a beautiful, young woman. She
noticed me, too, and wondered what lay beneath my rainbow suspenders. I took
note, but didn’t know who to ask to introduce us.
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I love your sweet story about how the two of you met and fell in love. I used to tell my husband that it was 'fate' or syncronicity, that we met. But he said he didn't believe in those things. It sounds like the two of you were meant to be together. And you are right, it was not long enough. It never is. xx
ReplyDeleteNo, it's never long enough, whether it's one year, five years, eighteen, or sixty. When we love someone we want it to be forever.
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