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A Whisper
Sometimes grief is like a murderous lover, sneaking up behind and squeezing and squeezing until all the breath leaves my body and all I can think is "ow, ow, ow." And the feeling is familiar and somehow comforting because at least I am not forgetting, at least I remember and her face has not faded, her voice has not disappeared. Tonight I came home from a child's birthday party and I cried for an hour. L turned 10 and it occurred to me at some point in the evening that Jasmine's last birthday was her tenth. It didn't impact me at the party so much, but I came home alone and put Nina to bed while Jeff stayed awhile longer. A Coldplay concert was on and I sadistically sat down to watch it. I love Coldplay, but I was late tuning in and only really started listening to them in late 2003. About the time Jasmine got sick, I picked up "A Rush..." and I listened to it a lot while she was in the hospital dying. What possessed me to turn to that lover tonight? I don't know. I should have just gone to bed after putting Nina down, but I didn't. I sat on the couch, listened to the songs and cried. When the concert was over, I went upstairs, lit all the candles in my room and laid on my bed with Jasmine's box for about another hour and cried some more, until finally I fell asleep. Then Jeff came home and woke Nina, which woke me, and now I can't get back to sleep. My eyes are scratchy, my sinuses stuffy and uncomfortable and sleep is elusive. I didn't call Jeff when all this started. The problem is, I find I really don't want to be with anyone else when I get these fits. I'm not embarrassed, I just feel like I have to be alone with it, to truly be able to feel it, I have to be alone. Because if someone else is there, I worry about how I am affecting them, and it gets in the way of my own grieving. It is a cruel twist that my lover is jealous and what cold comfort is offered cannot be shared. Maybe that will change some day, but not this day.
I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
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