March 24, 2014
The
brain is a funny thing. As are the stages of grief (denial, anger,
bargaining, depression, acceptance), which don't appear to be actual
stages at all. They're more like walls in a racketball court and you're
the ball flying around making contact with different surfaces at
different times.
Today I seemed to bounce from depression to denial and then clung on to that for a nice long while to get
a break from feeling pretty crummy. In this denial, I entertain an
improbable reality wherein certain things have changed, certain things
have never happened at all, and low and behold, I'm just going about my
business in my new town and Gareth and I have plans for the weekend.
It's odd. I mean...I actually make plans in my head for what we're going
to do. Lunch at Buy the Book. Cherry Blossoms are coming so that
probably calls for a ride on his motorcycle around Gyeongju. Maybe we'll
break out some Korean poems and work on translations. Rummy, to be
sure. There's always rummy. Try a new restaurant? Or go to one of our
favorites? La Luce. We should probably go to La Luce.
These
thoughts, while I know aren't a healthy place to remain, feel like a
moment of treading water calmly in an otherwise really turbulent
fast-paced and disorienting out of control trip down a dangerous river.
For the moment I'm in still water. I'm breathing. I'm imagining he's
still alive.
I know it won't last, the relief these thoughts
bring. And I don't want them to. I want to make my way through the grief
and get to the other side. I really do. But, Lordy- it's been
unrelenting. And for a few hours of one day I have him back. I can't
call- because he's busy. Or I'm busy. Or we just got off the phone. But
he's there. In Gyeongju. 30 minutes away. And I'm going to see him soon.
March 24, 2014
I do love this one. I really do. Tumuli Park. Gyeongju. Last March.
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