Excerpts from “None, I think,” a poem by Lise Menn:
“This is a life different from anything I had imagined.
You are not here, you will never be here again.
There is no point in waiting for you.
You are, of course, everywhere,
In this house full of our lives together.
But all thoughts of you are recollections.
There is nothing more to anticipate.
Everything about you is back, back, in some past, dreamed or remembered.
I live in a strange, quiet place.”
These are fewer than half the lines of Lise Menn’s poem about life after her husband died. I recognize in them my own experience. I did not know how to imagine a life without my husband. I did not try. Despite the oncologist’s dire prognosis, Kent seemed to be doing okay. He was alive. I wanted to live with him while he was alive. Even now, I don’t know what I could have done to prepare for his death.
When Kent was first diagnosed with cancer 14 years ago, he found an estate attorney to make him a living trust. In the early weeks of this year Kent asked a lawyer friend for current recommendations so that I would have someone to help me administer the trust. Because of the trust no court had to get involved. That was Kent looking out for me.
Kent and I were together for 30 years. Kent was my only long term relationship. We met when I was 28. Back in my teens and twenties I was mostly alone. I didn’t have a series of boyfriends. I wanted one. I wanted a lover very much, and I felt terribly lonesome. I did make friends here and there, and I didn’t live a sexless life. But I didn’t get the intimacy I yearned for. Not until Kent.
I’d been going to a board games night at the LGBT community center in Berkeley. The people there were nice enough, but I wasn’t spending time with them beyond the games. (I was surprised when I’d hear others laughing about going sailing together or some other outing.) When Kent showed up he was taken with me right away. Six years older, he was close to my age. He displayed a sharp wit and I liked looking at him. Kent had had boyfriends before me. I don’t know how long he was with any of them, but I got the feeling he was the marrying kind. Relationships break up. I think my longest was three months, but if you add up all the time he and I were actually together it was more like two weeks.
Kent liked to tell a story about how we met. We were playing Trivia Pursuit. We may even have been on the same team, and this question came up: “In the 1980 election who was the dream team?” Kent was bowled over when I knew the answer. Some politicos thought it would be amazing to have presidential candidate Ronald Reagan choose ex-Pres Gerald Ford as his running mate. That would be a dream team! I was fourteen at the time, but I was paying enough attention to politics that I picked up this tidbit. It didn’t seem to me a president would want as his VP a former president. You want the vice president (and everybody else) to be clear on who’s in charge. Ronald Reagan had the same thought, I guess.
30 years of memories is something, isn’t it? I feel lucky I had all that time with him. He is everywhere in this house full of our lives together. But Kent is not here. And I have to figure out a new life without him. You may hear me saying the same thing next month or a year from now. I really don’t know. I am the one in the present, the one who has to look to a future. I want a lover. I want company. It seems so strange that any person coming into my life will be wholly different, not Kent at all.
source:
The Widows’ Handbook: poetic reflections on grief and survival
edited by Jacqueline Lapidus and Lise Menn
2014. Kent State University Press, Kent OH
3 comments:
Who decided there had to be a "the one," I wonder. Despite having been with Carrie for 28 years she's actually my third wife. My first two marriages lasted five years each so I was grateful, and not a little surprised, when Carrie and I reached our iron wedding anniversary AND survived my third major burnout. The thing is, if Carrie actually is the one, she's nothing like any "one" I ever imagined being my other/better half, indeed what our marriage has morphed into is like nothing I would've imagined wanting but we've become what the other needed and become comfortable being it. Being with your husband for 30 years has shaped you but now he's no longer there nature will take over; it has no choice. Growing things grow. Dig them up and replant them and they just pick up and adjust to their surroundings. After two failed marriages I had no plans to enter into a third or even cultivate a serious relationship with a woman. The Internet seemed like a safe place to play. More fool me because Carrie's intellect was what attracted me and I didn't expect that. Every other relationship I'd had had been based on physical attraction before anything else. She was like no other woman because there were no distracting body bits. That there were body bits was a relief but not the deal breaker you might imagine. Your next "one" will probably surprise the hell out of you.
agree with jim above that life has its very peculiar ways to surprise the hell out of us. this is a lovely remembrance of kent, & your life together with him. it is no mean cliche but do take it one day at a time. as the late terry hall, singer of the great ska band The Specials, would end his shows with LOVE LOVE LOVE. take especial care my friend. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
Thanks for the encouragement, youse guys. A friend of Kent asked me once, when Kent wasn't there, "Is he The One?" I'm not one who believes in "The One"; I don't understand the soulmate business either. I probably said something like that to her. The life Kent and I had was comfortable -- and I think "comfortable" is hard to achieve. It's when you feel like you're home and taken care of. That's love! Whether I have a new comfortable One in my future, who knows?
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