It’s
undeniably the hardest time, no question of that, those first befuddled minutes
after waking. Initially always a
feeling of normality punctuated only by irritating little question marks queuing
up anxiously to unmask the slight unease that begins as just a murmur and
rapidly becomes a scream. That’s how
memory works for some of us. Long ago
conversations come to mind - one with the friend from when the children were
still young, memories of sitting in Phoebe’s kitchen in her smart new house in
Epsom, chosen specifically because it was in the Right School Zone. She had never spoken of the cot death before
but on that day tears coursed down her cheeks unchecked as she described waking
up each morning crying and initially wondering what those tears were for, then
the unbearable pain of memory. Back
then I could only make what I hoped were the right noises because I had never
suffered such a loss and had little understanding of the anguish she described. Now of
course I have a better handle where sorrow is concerned.
That
time that directly follows waking can become darker than I ever could have imagined and
so I make concentrated attempts to navigate a path forward and tell myself that
empty aimless hours are entirely of my own making. I should answer the phone and that is something
I am still most unlikely to do unless of course it is someone I really want to
speak with and now with ever present Caller ID the favoured few can be whisked
to the top shelf of togetherness effortlessly. Those who deliberately hide their identity
are largely ignored even though that is something I do myself from time to time
when I can remember the required code. To
be completely honest the landline rings less and less as days go by. I should abandon it completely and thus save
money.
By
midday I usually begin to feel a little less despairing and note that it is
generally during the mornings when I pace about the place talking to him,
berating him for leaving me at a time when I so clearly still needed him. How could he do that? And by afternoon I am once more consumed with
self-reproach for the wrongs I did him. Why
did I make so much fuss when he piled up cushions around him and never ever
returned them to their original positions?
When he ate handfuls of sultanas at midnight and invariably trod half a
dozen across the kitchen tiles? When he
held firmly onto the TV remote month after month so that I barely understood
its most basic functions? No need to ask
the questions because I know why – that self-absorbed streak of mine has always
been there, no doubt about that. I am at this very moment compiling a list of
those things I most regret.
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