I keep passing his name in my email and cell phone address/phone books and remembering that he is gone. I miss him but I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is in a better place. I watched him in the days and hours leading up to his death and it wasn't pretty. I know how much pain he was in. I know how much effort it took to breathe in and out at the end. I know he left this earth because his body gave out and he wouldn't want to be here anymore like he was at the end.
Unlike the passing of my father, this loss was and still is complicated and I'm not totally at peace with it. This was Ken's choice. The rejection added to the loss is like salt poured onto a very deep cut. It would be nice to say I'm handling it with grace and dignity, but that wouldn't be completely true. I haven't drank, smoked, or taken a recreational drug, but I found some other fun ways to act out for a the weeks since my dad died. I'm writing a couple essays under a pseudonym right now about some of that behavior.
I decided yesterday that I had to "unfriend" Ken and his family on Facebook because I was not ready to be his friend in real life. I don't know how to see his face and read his updates and not have unreasonable expectations. No matter how much I want it to be true, Ken's not going to see a post on his daughter's profile page and think, "Wow, Julie is so awesome. What have I done? I love her madly and I must do whatever possible to be with her forever and ever!"
I didn't put the break up stuff on here before (which is why I put it on my other blog)--I think because it would make it too real. I'm ready to this grieving process going so here you go.
I had a dream last night that began in Ken's house. I was knocking on his son's door to give him a hug goodbye. In the dream, Matt was taller and bigger than the last time I saw him, like he had been through puberty and I had missed it. I thought I would be a mother figure in his life when that happened but now I won't be. Then I knocked on his daughter's door to say goodbye to her. I think I got teary as I gave Ally a hug. As I started to leave the house, Ken approached me with a box filled with my things. There were all kinds of stuff in there that he doesn't even have in real life, like clothes, books, and Zane's baby toys. As he handed me the box, I saw he was wearing a ring. It was on his wedding band finger and it was a turquoise heart ring. He had obviously committed to someone other than me.
The dream went on with buses and trains and other people, including one hysterical scene where Christina was on a train with me complaining about how filthy it was. I got off a stop too soon and had to run to catch the train at the next stop because I was afraid she would get lost.
So, suffice it to say that I am kind of in a shit storm these days but I have to believe that it means there is gorgeous weather on the other side. My friend Theresa shared a wonderful story with me:
One day the only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out,
"God! How could you do this to me?"
Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
I am in the hut and it's burning but the rescue ship is on its way. I hope they have snacks.