A loss of friends, a best friend, old boyfriends, family members, my mum, a lover, pets, work family, precious work mates – profound losses, cut to my core, severed in my deepest places, sometimes too painful to glance their way. I’m not an avoider by any means, though I have to admit these last few years have taken a toll on my ability to bounce back, open myself up, get close, to attach, to face the true depth of all that has gone.
It’s such a private experience and also a shared experience, depending what the loss is – like COVID19 for instance . . .
It changed the world. It changed me. It changed everyone I know and knew. It robbed us of loved ones, jobs, homes, freedom, but I want to keep this personal, about me, my losses, my grief.
GRIEF. . .
It’s 6ft apart, a face mask, a “Business Closing” sign, a final paycheck, a “Help Wanted” sign, glass dividers in restaurants, empty aisles in grocery stores, an empty Arena or Concert Hall, quiet streets, overflowing hospitals, hand washing, staff exhaustion, ventilators, flatlines, sippy cups, wet rags, half-filled planes, sanitizing wipes, hand sanitizer, a last breath, solitary burials, isolated deaths, isolation, isolation, isolation, chairs around a dinner table, full rather than empty, connection of unlikely sorts, family time, zoom calls, facetime calls, gratitude, fear, shock, flexibility, adjustment, silence, unreality, reality, stocking up, greed, toilet paper, wipes, sanitizer, greed, fear, me first, deliveries, death, loss, heartache, widows and widowers, orphans, partnership to singlehood, severing of ties, unemployment, stimulus checks, budgeting, hope, hopelessness, COVID shots, reactions, hope, gatherings, 6ft apart, touch, kisses, hugs, reality, new normal, devastation in the work place, losses, layoffs, severance, furloughs, terminations, friendships, workmates, work families, fear, loss, loneliness, hurt, rejection, a new normal… gatherings without barriers, filled Arena’s and Concert Halls, planes filled to capacity, busy streets and grocery stores, businesses flourishing, a new world, a changed world – grief – grief of ALL THAT WAS LOST and can never return – my new normal!
GRIEF. . .
Is an empty side of the bed, a sink never used, a toothbrush; its bristles stiff, memory showers in a million poses of a past lover, sight, sound touch, like an afternoon monsoon in Phoenix, Arizona, it’s hidden and obvious, Silver Springs playing on the radio, an empty passenger seat on a road trip, travels shared, future dreams vanished, a touch never again to be felt, a hand to hold no longer there, breasts never glanced at again, nipples unattended, a wedding ring in a drawer, a limp penis, a scarred and breast-less chest, a policeman at your door, a sister gone too soon, flowers atop a coffin, a horse drawn carriage, dirt scattered on a coffin lid. . .
GRIEF. . .
Is a butter pie made by mum, a mothers kitchen – emptied as her house prepares for sale, bare rooms awaiting their next owner, a garden unattended, a presence gone, silence, an abyss of memories turned to ashes and then to dust, what was, is no longer. . .