Grief causes so much that is unexpected. Life as you know it had to change shape. At first happiness didn’t seem to fit and you wondered if it ever would. You experienced a pain in your very centre that you thought you could not survive. You thought it would surely kill you in your sleep, but it didn’t, and you were left … alone.
Retrospect is a great tool that I wish could be used with the addition of time travel. To be able to go back in time and reassure your aching self that it will be OK, there is a reason for the pain. A reason why your insides feel like they are on the outside. You are taking on a new shape.
I see it now, it took awhile, but it’s clear. It’s growing pains, your heart is being expanded rapidly. Stretched, pulled, tear upon tear trying to get the big ball of muscle to grow enough to fit all the moments in you had shared, you don’t want them to just be a memory, but they need to be, have to be, or else they are gone forever. Don’t let them be gone forever. Accepting they are gone, well, that’s the biggest tear of all.
A little aside – The English language is an odd thing, where two words can be spelt the same yet mean two different things. No way to differentiate them except to define them. Tear and tear. To rip apart or to cry. Different but the same. Accepting they are gone forever rips at your heart and crying is a given.
The transition into widowhood is harrowing, relentless punch after punch from one unexpected place after another. A hand unheld in the supermarket aisle, days events unshared, unfeeling and unknowing words that cut deep, tear, tear and tear. But as one little tear heals, and then another, something amazing takes place. Your heart is transformed. It becomes a massive, life sized USB continually uploading memories, sad and glad, integrating them into your everyday. So your smile isn’t just a smile, it is a carrier of beautiful moments that only the two of you shared. Your crying isn’t just sadness, it is the missing the part of your soul that is trying to morph into your very own being. So that now you carry them with you always, physically felt inside you. You carry them in your heart.
You carry their heart
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
BY E. E. CUMMINGS