Sunday, August 28, 2016

Life as a Novel

Sometimes it seems as if I am living in a novel. I am just a character in it. And Isaac was a main character that was left behind in an earlier chapter. He played his role but it ended. Now he is a part of my life as novel but the story moves  on without him. Each  day a short  boring chapter with  a  small  epiphany  of  remembrance  and  grief  every now and then. But softer now. Less intense. Story balanced between  a  gentler  pain  and  even  happiness  at  seeing people I love who are still in my book.

He is called out again on a regular basis like an event that shaped the protagonists life. Protagonist? Did I say that? Am I a good force in the story? I dont know. How good can I be leaving my son back on an earlier page in the book? Can I be good if I have found a way to live without a major character in my life novel?

I  may  really  be  the  antagonist.    A  villain  because  I  no longer think of my son every minute of the day. Because I have made some room for life as well as death? Aren’t I supposed to always be in mourning for his loss?

Well, I am. But it has morphed. The pain that is. It is no longer white hot. It sometimes even cools to be just a small aching inside my gut that could pass for simple depression. A basic tenderness that is always there but is so much smaller now than it was before. A sadness that puts a thin gray shroud over full happiness

A grief I have been learning to live through with the help of others like Compassionate Friends. .

I  perhaps  have found a new existence  balancing on that one remaining foot so now I am not always aware that I have  lost  the  other  leg.  It  is  there  always.  That  is  the nature of phantom pain after all. But the excruciating pain that was first there when Isaac was ripped from me has given way slowly. Almost imperceptibly as the days go by and the book in which I am a character goes on to its end.

And what will that end be? Don’t know but I think about it often. Will I see Isaac in some other realm? Will he and I be joined in some spirit and be glad in each others presence? Or will I just close my eyes and be gone. The grief finally ended completely?

Will my novel life come to a crashing finale? Or will I just fade into a chapter in someone elses life? To be mourned for a while and let go as life moves on? As I have moved on from death and excruciating pain to whatever it is my life is now. Balancing. On one foot but at least balancing and not falling over every day.

For that I am grateful.

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