On my phone, on the phone that I never use for pictures I found three things. A picture of Art before he lost consciousness when the viral meningitis had him, made on Sunday before he died. It is as disturbing as it was the day I walked into the hospital room.
Two videos of him. Both made while he was healthy. Last fall maybe. He smiles at me. I stopped.
The Art I miss is the one from before the cancer. It's just already, my memory of him fades. His gestures, his smile, his voice. The video bought it all back.
I feel like vomiting.
I want out of my skin.
I want out of this longing that can never be fixed.
Fuck you time. You move to slow, too damn slow.
Oh Kim-- I cry for you and at the same time celebrate that Art is in peace- no longer a prisoner to his body or the illness that took him. I am sure the videos and pictures will one day bring you peace. Hang on to his music for that will bring you close, let the kids wear his shirts - so that they will give them comfort and a sense of being, and let yourself CRY so you can be, mourn and love and live-- that is Art's wish.
ReplyDeleteMourn love and live. I wish there was a damn manual for this.
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