|Rob showing Devon how to work his first camera. We were in the Redwood Forest in late December.|
When someone knows sorrow--sorrow others could well experience, feeling relieved that such loss does not have your name written on it is natural. I was listening to Kim Snyder, the director of the documentary film, Newtown speak a few weeks ago and I remembered that guilty feeling that arose when the horror of Newtown first happened. I thanked God my then 13-year-old son was alive and not touched by such misery. I was relieved to not be any of those parents. This did not stop me from feeling for those families, wondering across these last four years about them and their slain children.
A few weeks ago, a woman anticipating a first wedding anniversary expressed sorrow about the death of my husband. Her expression was timid and she explained how she felt uncomfortable about her joy given my recent loss. This surprised me for I so keenly believe in love. To have been loved so well by Rob makes belief in love easy. Yes, this loss is life altering and as such there are now certain closures and openings to my life that are uncharted. No map exists. But honestly, no map ever did.
Love has a way of shaping reality, softening ambiguity, curbing disappointment, allowing us the pretense of an endless life. For in the glory of love time functions without borders, curves and folds as we need, as we desire.
We have this moment. Among those who know such sorrow, the value of the present is not lost.