That song from Sgt. Pepper’s, A Day In The Life? “And I fell into a dream…” and the music changes and fills and swells to a crescendo and then drops to that andante rhythm. That’s what the last year has felt like.
I spent it driving. (I miss driving. I never listen to my tunes any more. I never get time to sing along badly with nobody listening.) I thought and thought and thought. I went over all the crap that’s happened, except it wasn’t crap, it was just the way it is. I cried. I cried every day, Monday through Friday, for that whole year. And now I’m here, and here is pretty good.
I know all this how-de-doo, because we went to start digging around in the storage space on Sunday. The storage space is where a ton of stuff was dumped after I moved out of my ex’s house. It’s where a lot of my past got shoved away. So we can all imagine what trepidation went along with going there and looking in those boxes. Can you say, “little pink pill?”
Imagine our suprise, when we started opening up boxes and I started saying, “Oh wow! Yeah! Look at that!” and “Take that, Brother! You might have the Nikon, but I’ve got the case!” We won’t even talk about my shameful behavior when I discovered The Family Strawberry Shortcake Dishes. And the happy tears when we found my lamby, the one that led me to getting a fluoroscope when I was a wee thing because it was suspected that I had swallowed the bell.
The real test was when we found this picture. I was so glad. I was sure it was gone down some dark hole.
Me and Uncle Bri.
I want to tell that girl back there, “hey, little sister – you make it through.”
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June 16, 2009 at 3:53 pm
fuzzarelly
Oh, child –
That is so cool! Somehow we do make it through, don’t we?
June 16, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Lenny Zimmerman
I knew you then!
I must have. Or right about then!!
I absolutely adore the tilt of the head and the non-touching! Any chance you would share.
What a classy couple you were.
I would trade you for a copy from my frig of the pic there of you. People/customers still ask all the time who is the “cool” lady. I tell them they have no idea how cool!!
Thanks so much for giving us a peek at the pic.
June 17, 2009 at 2:48 pm
kmkat
Awesome post. I am glad you are happy.
June 17, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Lenny Zimmerman
I just came back and looked at the pic again.
I so love it.
I love the attitude that just rolls in waves off of you.
Thank you so much for sharing this with the rest of us.
June 23, 2009 at 5:33 am
lanea
What a photo! Wow.
It is amazing how perspective makes grief and sadness less sharp. But I think crying is quite valuable–it does a lot of good.
July 13, 2009 at 2:29 pm
mark
Hey Scheid,
When my wife died I told who I could but I was not going to go out of my way to tell everyone out of state. It was later that I found that I felt better knowing that around the country old friends of hers were unaware of what happened and in their minds we were still young and alive.
When I look at this picture that is what I see. Two good friends of mine in another place, young and alive. I’d give them a call but they are out camping I think.