Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — Jun 12, 2018
The neighborhood book club is reading Americanah by Chimanda Ngozi Adichie. One of the characters says after his mother dies '"I never thought she would die until she died. Does that make any sense?' He had discovered that grief did not dim with time; it was instead a volatile state of being. Sometimes the pain was as abrupt as the day the house help called him sobbing to say she was lying unbreathing on her bed; other times he forgot she had died and would make cursory plans about flying east to see her." p.458
It feels like I occupy two spheres of reality. In one sphere life seems to go on quite normally. Doing the things I normally do it seems as if nothing has really changed. In the other sphere, where the presence of absence is profound it feels like nothing is the same. The great emptiness overwhelms. Grief really is a volatile state of being.
Thank you, readers, for sticking with me on this journey. You'll never know just how much that means.
Blessings,
Al
It feels like I occupy two spheres of reality. In one sphere life seems to go on quite normally. Doing the things I normally do it seems as if nothing has really changed. In the other sphere, where the presence of absence is profound it feels like nothing is the same. The great emptiness overwhelms. Grief really is a volatile state of being.
Thank you, readers, for sticking with me on this journey. You'll never know just how much that means.
Blessings,
Al
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