“You are not lost. You continue in every hearty laugh, in every nice surprise, and every measuring moment of my life.”
Molly Fuima
I remember reading Anne Tyler’s Breathing Lessons, a very funny and very sad novel that takes place in the space of one day. Near the end of the novel, the main character Maggie Moran reminisces about all the things she’d lost – tangible such as a little red umbrella, and intangible, too. She imagined that all the lost things would be presented to you by St. Peter as you entered the Pearly Gates. So I started to think about what I would hope would be returned to me.
The little pinky ring that was my mother’s and she gave me when I was ten and the pair of pink clip-on earrings. The friendships broken and put aside – Jan Martin. Carol Diament. Maribeth and Frank. My family members, especially my grandfather and my mom. My dear friend Diane Dougherty. The incredible, bigger-than-life Fran Perrine-Wittkamp. My sister-in-law. The children I knew and taught riding to who left this earth too early – Ann Butera, Jenny Cushman, Keith Taylor, Jessica Pripstein.
My wonderful horses – Call Me Maude, Paco Pony, Thumper, and Big Mama. All my dogs – Winnie, Sheba, Abbey Road, Panda, Bear, Memphis, Mimi, Rhonda Girl. The beautiful dogwood tree in our backyard, the old apple tree loaded with fruit.
The crashing of the ocean waves and songs of screeching gulls, gurgling rivers, raspberry sunsets, wispy clouds in blue skies, croaking frogs, and the soft murmur of a mare to her newborn foal.
The feel of a pen in my hand, riding like a cloaked stranger across dry deserts, in search of rich oases. And finally, the flood of words that spill across the pages of my notebook, drenching them with memories.
Every moment where my heart was filled with joy – every rainbow, every early daffodil, the brush of sunshine on my face while I stood in the riding ring on warm/cool days in May, the twinkling light of fireflies, the feasting of hummingbirds on our canna lilies, the walks at Longwood Gardens with my husband.
There’s a passage in Breathing Lessons where the widow confides to Maggie:
“And then Linda’s kids started teasing the cat. They dressed the cat in their teddy bear pajamas and Linda didn’t even notice. She’s never kept them properly in line. Max and I used to bite our tongues not to point that out. Anytime they’d come we wouldn’t say a word but we’d just give each other this look across the room: just trade look, you know how you do? And all at once I had no one to trade looks with. It was the first time I’d understood that I’d truly lost him.”
The death of a loved one can be one of the most stressful times in our lives. I find comfort in everyday routines, writing in my journal, and sharing with you. Sue Kidd Monk said: To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us to the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.
I look forward to this spring and a rebirth of wonder.
That was a bittersweet post. You made me stop and think what I would want returned to me.
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I do not feel like I am finished with this topic yet. Hard to let go…
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Lynne, This post has touched me so deeply. I’ve been struggling with loss, my father in April and my goddaughter in January. I want to write like you about this, weaving in and out of truth, little things, and the people we’ve loved and lost. So much poetry here, and then the springing in all the flower images. Like I said, you have touched my heart.
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Thank you for your kind words. Loss has been a topic I have been thinking about a lot lately. Every day is a gift.
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Lynne, I echo Margaret’s sentiments. Sadly, loss is part of aging, but we lost so many good friends and family who were 70 or younger over the past five years, that it’s sometimes difficult to believe their gone. I love the way you mentioned other things that are lost. Such a beautiful way to look back and remember. The photos of spring flowers add an optimistic note to this piece and made me smile. I believe it’s very important to process both change and grief. Thanks for giving voice to this and modeling how to write about it. Bless you!
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Oh, Rita! Thank you. I had a hard time getting started today. I will try to find your post. With love…
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Very nice sentiment Lynne,
Janet
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Thanks, Janet. Tough topic. I do not think I am finished with it yet.
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I love how you wrote about the lost, it is beautiful because it provides so many sensory images. I miss trading looks with my person and the knowing of our hearts.
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Patricia, thank you for sharing with me. I hope to find you here on Slice!
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Lynne, whenever someone leaves it is always too soon. We don’t know who or what awaits u when we leave, but I know in my heart that we will be reunited with loved ones. And yes, I would love to see out cats at the rainbow bridge. Thoughts are with you.
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Thanks, Bob. Maybe it is more on my mind because I am now seventy. It’s a big number. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get here and am always a little surprised – time passed like the blink of an eye.
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Rita, I was deeply moved by your post today. I loved the quote from Sue Monk Kidd whose books I have loved reading. Thanks for sharing this important message.
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Your post reminds me of the podcast that I heard with Dacher Keltner sharing the loss of his brother to cancer and yet finding awe even in the face of death and loss. You’ve inspired me to look for Breathing Lessons. Grief visits and we need to find the ways to breathe. Thank you for such beautiful images of life after the season of death.
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I hope you do read Breathing Lessons. I think the author won a Pulitzer Prize for this book. Thanks for your lovely comments. Much appreciated!
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What a beautiful thoughtful post. I love the idea of thinking about things and people we would like to retrieve.
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Thank you, Susan! So good to see you here!
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This is a beautiful way to think about grief and loss, and Heaven too.
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Thank you for your kind, thoughtful words. I appreciate this so much!
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Reading your slice, Lynne, cued up Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “One Art” in my brain. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47536/one-art
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Thanks for sharing this poem, Brian. I read it several times. Food for thought.
“The art of losing not to hard to master.”
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Lynne, You weave words , allusions, and quotations together with such artistry and elegance — as I read, I found the images and feelings your essay evoked breathtaking, beautiful and comforting. Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on loss — so appreciated. xoxoxo
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Thanks, Mary. This topic has been haunting me lately. I appreciate your thoughts here. Love you oodles!
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This post is beautiful. I have added that book to my TBR list. I hope it is true that we will be presented with all we had lost upon entering heaven. Your paragraph about each time you felt joy impacted me because you mentioned small ordinary moments that can easily go unobserved. This is a great reminder to me to look for small moments of joy to collect.
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