Journal entry by Al Negstad — a minute ago
“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
This is also true when you are expecting death. "...there comes another day, and another specifically missing part" and now, it is time with the family she loved and who loved her. Why can't she be here to celebrate 50 years of marriage with her sister and husband? It just seems so wrong to do this without her, she who so loved celebrations like this. I may be learning to dance again but it is certainly with a limp.
Takk for alt,
Al
PS While we were living in Davenport, IA, we liked to go to the Polka Fest at Durant. We witnessed an elderly man slowly making his way leaning on a cane. A young woman invited him to dance. He hung his cane on his back pocket, whisked her around the dance floor to a fast polka until the music stopped. The dancing couple parted and he hobbled off leaning on his cane again. One more dance with Joanne; is that too much to ask?
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
This is also true when you are expecting death. "...there comes another day, and another specifically missing part" and now, it is time with the family she loved and who loved her. Why can't she be here to celebrate 50 years of marriage with her sister and husband? It just seems so wrong to do this without her, she who so loved celebrations like this. I may be learning to dance again but it is certainly with a limp.
Takk for alt,
Al
PS While we were living in Davenport, IA, we liked to go to the Polka Fest at Durant. We witnessed an elderly man slowly making his way leaning on a cane. A young woman invited him to dance. He hung his cane on his back pocket, whisked her around the dance floor to a fast polka until the music stopped. The dancing couple parted and he hobbled off leaning on his cane again. One more dance with Joanne; is that too much to ask?
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