I've been quiet on here lately, spending more time in the immediate present. Things have been percolating for quite some time now that I've been hesitant to talk about in any public way until such time as I was ready to tell the parents. Well, when the parents were about to head home from Aidan's birthday party, it was time to tell them.
John and I have decided to separate.
Aidan knows. We keep him in the loop and include him in decision-making. We are taking his feelings, wants, and fears into account. It will be a process. My job starts the 24th, which will start me saving up money to move out on my own. Aidan is staying with John. No one is siccing high-powered lawyers at one another. At most we hope to utilize the services of a mediator. I admit to moments where I feel a sense of loss. Overwhelmingly, it feels like the right thing to do.
OK, so I'm going to accompany Aidan to Buffalo for his week at camp. My Mom's picking us up on Sunday (7/12) and bringing us back Friday (7/17) evening. I will not have access to a car of my own. I might have some free time to hang out, but in all likelihood I'd need a ride. What do you think?
ninepointsatyr, I'm still in "Holy Crow!" mode...
He has bestowed upon me a +20 Artifact of Sarah. Under promises to wear it often, and to wear it around him, he placed Sarah's leather jacket in my keeping. This is something she wore when I first knew her 11 or more years ago. This is something she personalized with her own artwork over time. I remember at least one evening it ended up around my shoulders while we were out and about. I remember it hanging on the back of the dining room chairs at my Mom's house when she was over. But, mostly, I remember her in it. In all sorts of situations, in happy times and sad, in adventures and walks to the store, in game and in life. I'm sure this jacket would be almost instantly recognizeable to so many people, perhaps hundreds. I feel as if I gain 5 renown just by putting it on.
Hell yes, I'm going to wear it. I'm going to wear it often and with deep honor and satisfaction. And I, sure as Life, am going to come back and wear it around ninepointsatyr and others of us who loved her deeply. Looking back on it, I think I may have been too stunned to say thank you last night. I'll remedy that later on in person, but I'll say it here too. Thank you. Thank you from the deepest insides of my soul.
I would like to say an extra thanks to a bunch of the folks who were there last night.
To amberrattus: To me you seemed like the calm in the eye of the storm. Your strength is amazing.
To ninepointsatyr: You shared freely from your book of memories, both of Sarah and your self. You set aside time to talk amid so much going on.
To laefin: You showed me, vividly, that I was not alone. I loved all the moments of, "wait, I thought I was the only one who felt that way!" I would love to figure out how many such intersections we share. :)
To Pete (who I don't know if he has an lj) for a meal that reminded me that eating was worthwhile, and for his corona of playful mischief.
To Mary (who I know has an lj but I'm not sure what it is) for showing me that even a few well-chosen words can resonate with kinship.
To Petrov (who I don't know if he has an lj) for doing his utmost to keep the mood lightened.
To everyone for their hugs, their support, their companionship, and their kinship. Yeah, I'm being effusive and babbly. Bear with me.
I am so damn glad we came out here to Buffalo. Cooped up in the apartment, I kept feeling like I was going crazy: shaking, crying, pacing...
Getting to ninepointsatyr's apartment was an intense homecoming for me. I am not alone. Each and every one of us there loved keepersrosered. I saw the same emotions I felt reflected in the faces of those around me. The hugs are priceless to me. And, over the course of the evening, ninepointsatyr surprised me by pointing out that I was smiling. And I was, a lot. The tears gradually gave way to the comfort of old camaraderie, and manic humor melted into sincere hilarity.
I think I'm going to leave the details of the evening for those who were there, but I needed to say that tonight was pretty damn special to me. No, it doesn't bring her back, but it shows me that the years have not dissolved the family that grew up around her.
When mechanchaos and I left, I kept thinking, "I love these guys," over and over again.
I mean it. I want to do things better this time. I want to make more time to see folks, and to keep in touch when I can't. And, if any of you find your way over here from the Buffalo contingent would like to friend me and vice versa, just drop me a comment.
I needed this. I felt so much more myself. I found a self that I didn't realize I was missing. The grief will wax and wane. The sense of family is a blessing that I hope will endure.
While mechanchaos was off, we got up to Alexandria Bay in the Thousand Islands for a respite from normalcy. The only definite plan we had was a reserved room in an inexpensive motor lodge and a wish to visit Boldt Castle.
We took each day as it came, got to have a lot of fun and a lot of relaxation at the same time. I swear, that's what vacations ought to be. It had no strict itinerary to follow, no planning ourselves ragged.
On the way back, I got to clamber over the rocks, wade in the water, skip some stones, and schlurple some Bev's soft serve in Oswego. It's funny. I miss the college more for the people and the lake than for the school itself. Feeling the seaweed in between my toes was like coming home, but a home that has been left mostly empty of what made it meaningful to me. Ah well.
Someday, I'd love a boat. Maybe a home on the water somewhere.
Oh, and it's less than three weeks until I have my hysterectomy now. The big countdown has begun.