September 30, 2010

Lying down, empty rooms, future

lying down

I get the urge to lie down, just to give life a little rest, in all sorts of places.
- I've experienced the living room rug, the kitchen floor, our yard and front walk in different ways. Sometimes it overwhelms me, a desire to just not go on any further for the moment.

One day last week, walking with Tony, he just laid down on the edge of someone's yard, looking at the clouds. We thought about trying out different neighbor's front lawns, Tony is convinced that it is part of the public right of way. Certain neighbors would understand, and maybe join us or let us be. Sooner or later, some who don't know about Lev would start to wonder. Maybe we are trying to get grounded in our new reality. I have fought the urge at school, and I don't get it there very often. I am usually busy, buzzing with adrenaline from all the input. It is afterwards that I am drained.


empty rooms

We decided to change the carpet in part of our house. Our realtor said we should do it before putting the house on the market. yes, we are putting the house on the market. I like the empty rooms, ready for carpet. It looks different. I am tired of things looking the same, but being totally different. Finally, my internal and external worlds have collided a bit.

I don't think the house will sell quickly if at all, but I like the idea of renting and being free to do what we want at the end of the school year. I like the idea of setting up a house as a peaceful place, one where we can make an altar, an area with Lev's things to be able to think about him without being randomly beaten back by the book, the shoe, the nerf dart, the sleeping bag.I think Jaal will like it, too. He says he is fine with it, never being one to get too attached to a house.

I have gotten used to most of the triggers around the house - I know where they are, sitting, waiting for me to deal with them. The comic book on the second shelf of our coffee table, the shoe in the bin in the closet, the coat on the third hook over from the left. By knowing their place I am able to think and absorb their presence without being struck by it. I notice that they are not being used, that there they sit, not moving.

I still dwell on that morning, the morning he died still seems like a mistake, a universal error. Won't someone come and correct it? Something went terribly wrong in the world. I have been waiting, I think it will be twelve weeks tomorrow. Waiting for the world to make sense. That morning is like the divide between what I always thought our lives would be and what they have become. I'm not sure what they have become and I don't think I'll know for a while.

What I used to imagine the "empty nest" being like is nothing like what it is now. Our vision of our future has been destroyed and a new one needs to be built. The things I imagined enjoying are now hollow. Somehow, in our ruins, we will find a new future, some day. For now, we take life day by day.Walking, as if in a fog, through life.

Off to a yoga class, followed by dinner, maybe popcorn and a movie on the couch. I feel pathetic.

Rebecca

September 27, 2010

Daily stuff

We somehow get through the daily stuff. I had a whole day training today and then came home to chill, walked the dog, did yoga and then pulled myself together to go to a board meeting. It is a part if my job expectations to attend but this month's meeting was in the elementary where lev went to sixth grade and I found myself outside the school crying instead of going in.
It is hard to know what will impact me. Sometimes it is seeing a kid with whacky hair or bits of dog food or a banana peel.

Still, I am surprised that I can get myself together to go to work and sleep and eat and to write in this blog. It makes more sense when I collapse on the lawn. I have such high barriers up sheltering me from the horrible truth that I feel like I let the deep, dark fullness of our reality just sink in bit by bit. It is devastating but the world around us keeps going.

Rebecca

September 26, 2010

I cant read another book that Lev gave me. I tried but then i just couldn't bring my self to do it. I miss him too much and they remind me of all the conversations that we were supposed to have. The many hours we were supposed to spend debating some meaningless topic. The crazy sounds we were supposed to make to each other. The new jokes we were supposed to share with eachother. The new song. The new book. The new movie. And of course the time we were supposed to spend together. The bushwaking expeditions. The mountian climbing. The meaningless wanderings through the woods. I try to do this with my other friends but its not the same. Nothings the same.

Oh yeah — my life sucks

Sometimes I feel okay. I am cleaning the freezer out, installing the dishwasher, packing my office, etc. I am busy, in the moment. Then I see Lev's Cascade Kodiaks pin from his middle school. Next I find the letter opening and pocket knife set we never gave him for his birthday. On my desk are the father's day pictures he made me. And then I remember: my life sucks.

Lev was such a bright force in the universe, so alive, I just cannot keep it in my head that is he gone. We spent 15 years together on this earth, I got used to having him around. It might take another 15 to get un-used to it. And that would be okay.