Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — 23 hours ago
This three bedroom condo is larger than I need, but I don't have the drive to move. Joanne's recliner was in a corner of the 'great room', combination living room dining room. There she had a view of activities in that room and the kitchen as well. She also faced the TV which she used to follow the news and, of course, Rachel Madow. If there's anyplace that has her 'essence' it's the corner where her recliner sits unused.
This evening I turned the TV on to watch a bit of volleyball. Volleyball is a sport we both loved. Sitting in "her" corner revved up the presence of absence. These days it seems her presence is like a hum in the background...always there but not always noticed. It is things like using her corner that bring that absence to the foreground. When conscious of absence it seems as wrong as ever. Perhaps that's just reality; it's wrong and it will always be wrong in the land of grief.
Blessings,
Al
Pic. 1 kilometer to my house. 😁
This evening I turned the TV on to watch a bit of volleyball. Volleyball is a sport we both loved. Sitting in "her" corner revved up the presence of absence. These days it seems her presence is like a hum in the background...always there but not always noticed. It is things like using her corner that bring that absence to the foreground. When conscious of absence it seems as wrong as ever. Perhaps that's just reality; it's wrong and it will always be wrong in the land of grief.
Blessings,
Al
Pic. 1 kilometer to my house. 😁
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