11 April 2013

Six Years

A couple of days ago, Maddie asked me if she had seen her daddy die, and I told her no, that she had been asleep. She took that news with no visible emotion.

John died exactly six years ago today. I'm sure I've written about this day before, more than once, but this is how I remember it now, six years out.
I didn't tell Mads that the door to the twins' room had been open, the distance between there and our room, where John died, a matter of only a few feet. That whole day, it was not clear to me what John could hear, feel, or understand, but I left the door to our room open always, so that the sounds of our life could drift in, just in case. I remember almost nothing about the daylight hours of April 11. The twins went to daycare. I think I ran a few errands. I think a hospice chaplain came to visit John, although maybe that was the day before.

The evening, though, I remember. My mom was with me. We fed the twins, gave them a bath, got them ready for bed, took them in to give John a kiss. It was clear he was going to die soon. We put the kids to bed and called the hospice nurse, and she came, and we sat with John and waited. As with all of those big moments in life, that period of time between when the kids went to bed and when he died seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all.

It was liver failure that killed John, the inability of his body to rid itself of toxins that invaded his body, including his brain, taking away his ability to think clearly. This kind of death is slow and undramatic. He never seemed to be in pain. He was sleeping. Unaware? Unconscious? I don't know. He was sleeping, and his breathing just slowed, and slowed, and slowed, and then it stopped. The hospice nurse then listened to his heart, which kept beating for a while, much longer than I would have expected. And then, she pronounced him dead.

I don't remember crying much. Instead, I remember feeling almost manic. I had an odd, giddy sense of relief that John's suffering was over. For the first time in weeks, I was ravenously hungry. People from the funeral home came, and took John's body away, and then I went to bed. I'm sure I woke up early with Maddie and Riley, and I remember taking them to daycare and starting the wrenching process of letting people know that John had died.

Six years later, that condo has been sold, I've had two different jobs, I've moved across the country, and bought a new house. The twins are in first grade. I'm over 40. The part of my life I lived with John feels dreamy and unreal, certainly not overly rose-tinted, but just so intense that I have a sense of disbelief that it happened and that I kept myself together through it all.

John's brother and his fiancée are coming to town tonight for a long weekend. I like that they are arriving on this day, and I'm looking forward to the time with them, extra time with the twins, an overnight trip to the beach, dinner with my parents.

I never feel the way I expect to feel on this day. I'm never as sad as I think I'll be, but I'm always more preoccupied, unfocused, slower, more patient, more kind. I wouldn't have the life I have now without having had what came before. I don't know what I'd be doing or how I'd be feeling if John hadn't been sick, and at my core, I'm a pragmatist, so I know it's fruitless to try to imagine what would have been.

I've never been much to live in the past; I tend to live too much in the future, thinking about and planning for what's to come. All my thinking and planning had to be radically altered when John got sick, and my grief after John died was very much focused on the loss of the life we didn't get to live together. Today, though, is a day to be in the present, and to remember John.

Love always, Goose.

25 comments:

Lucy said...

Teared up reading this. Such a powerful, brave recollection. Much love to you, M, & R.

Anonymous said...

From a long-time lurker: thank you for sharing these memories and this day with us. My thoughts are with you.
Christine in DC

Mama Mama Quite Contrary said...

Such a lovely post Stacey. I'm sure John would be proud of your mothering and I couldn't imagine a better gift for your children than this blog. (((HUGS)))

Heather said...

I am 11 years out. I'll be 40 this year. I too had that manic sense of clarity but I rarely hear other people mention it.

It was a lovely rendition of the day.

Grace said...

Thanks for posting Stacey! Thoughts of you today. ((HUGS))

Rev Dr Mom said...

I remember...

Hugs and prayers for you and your family...and so happy that you seem to have some peace and joy in your life now.

Korinthia Klein said...

Oh, what a lovely post. Thank you so much for sharing with us. (And I'm sorry.)

Katia said...

Hugs! I agree with the others, it is such a beautiful post.

Sunny said...

I remember you said you lied down beside him while you waited and wiped a jaundiced teardrop off his face and had never loved him more. Yeah, what Mama Mama Quite Contrary said. And Lucy.

Tertia said...

Thinking of you and remembering xx

Anonymous said...

Love you, Stacey. Said everything already in my email (let me know if you didn't get it, not sure you are still using that old address, otherwise no need to reply, I'm sure you've gotten a lot of emails lately!), but just another virtual hug for you and the kids. xoxo Jen in Woburn

strangeHeather said...

Wow. What a beautiful remembrance and commemoration. Thank you for sharing it with us.

jill said...

I remember. Lots of love to you and the twins.

(another) karen said...

Thinking of you. All of you.

karen

Anonymous said...

In some ways, I remember this as if it was yesterday. In others, it seems like several lifetimes. Lovely tribute and you honor John daily in your love and commitment to your children. Well done, you brave momma.

Tree Town Gal

taffy said...

this means i've been reading your blog and
"holding your hand" in a virtual sense, for over six years.

i send you hugs and high fives for surviving with grace and humour a truly dreadful experience.

so glad your life has turned out so well, i'm sure there were times it didn't feel like it would.

kudos to you, and your amazing kids.

taff

Lil'Sis said...

Thinking of you and wishing you well, much love.
-Lil'sis

Jacquie | @After_Words said...

Beautiful post. "I wouldn't have the life I have now without having had what came before." I've been thinking about this all day.

Karen said...

Beautifully written, and as Christine said, thank you for sharing these memories with us. Thoughts to all of you.

chicago foodie girl said...

Oh, Snick. This is so lovely.
Hugs to you & the twins.

Anonymous said...

I teared up too! Snick, I also remember that teardrop and still think of it sometimes.

Anonymous said...

God, this is brilliant. What a writer you are.

jo(e) said...

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Shinyung said...

Such lovely thoughts -- and a beautiful post. My eyes welled up reading this. I'm always in awe of your ability to be strong and vulnerable at the same time.

kris (lowercase) said...

and now 7 years and a couple days. hope life is going well for all of you.