I’m slightly pissed off. Mami’s anniversary came and went and while I felt soft around the edges, vulnerable and slightly off balance, I managed to keep it together.
The wave never hit and I thought “hey, maybe this year it won’t.”
Twenty fucking days later it does.
Photograph did it. I listen to nothing but Christian music while in the car. Except that lately, I’ve been wanting to give the kid a feel of something else and have started flipping stations.
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Ed Sheeran’s song caught me from the first notes on the guitar. I’ve always loved the song. Tonight, the Frog Princess heard me humming it and asked what I was singing. I pulled up YouTube and saw the video for the very first time. Yeah…that was a bad move. Scenes from childhood. A baby. Through time and space. Captured in home videos.
She told me it was sad. When I asked her what was sad about it, she said that the part where they talked about kissing made her think of me and how I might not be with her all the time. The cracking began then.
I put her to bed. I worked, I chatted with one of my girls. I perused my editorial calendar and then something told me to listen one more time. Two. Three…
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer ’til our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
Then it happened. The cracking so familiar to those of us that have had the great fortune to have loved well.
You can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
It took 20 days for the swell of tears bubble up. It’s always there. Don’t get me wrong. It’s always around. But they’d gone on strike all these days. Refusing to appear thus giving me a false sense of security.
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time’s forever frozen still
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And they won’t stop. Because this is grief. The words are lovely in so many ways. Probably about a long lost love. But so applicable to all the love in the world.
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it’s the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it’s the only thing we take with us when we die
Maybe it was the “photograph” part. That had me looking back at this picture:
And this one…
And this one as well…
When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.”
My child has been heard saying that she can’t wait to see her abuela in heaven. I wish I could bring her abuela down for just one day. Well, maybe one day for her and one day for me. I want the photographs. The memories. The solidarity I felt. The one that told me what I saw was what I got. The words. The no nonsense, no bullshit type of real. The real that has given me the uncanny ability to see through the lack of authenticity in so many (and the ones that she clearly pointed out when she thought I wasn’t on my game). Without hate. Without anger. Just as a matter-of-fact. I miss that.
The advice. The arguing our points, each one determined that we were correct. I miss the love. Because no one ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY no one will ever love me like she did.
Five years later the verdict is this…my heart is still broken and my eyes are very capable of offering tears in place of the words that will not pour out of it. I miss her. And no amount of time will ever change that.
Sili,
You always manage to make me cry. I feel such a connection to your posts.
Tight hugs…
Oh sweet Sili I am so very sorry. Time will never erase the love or bond you had. It will never diminish her power in your life. She put all of that inside YOU. I see it in the photos, in how you remember her, the words you use to describe her presence in your life and how you treat your own daughter.. She is in you and your baby girl, Miss Frog Princess, will know her because of that. Love you my Sister in Christ and I will continue to pray for you… Unceasingly.
Beautifully written.
Your post is something I completely identify with on a very recent level. Thank you for sharing.