Tag: losses

Screaming Hypocrite

How calm and cool and reasonable was I in the face of the ravaged lot behind our house, I told myself last week? The destroyed view from our backyard. The disturbance of not only our solitude but our peace and quiet. And worse, the upending of our dream. That was the impression I wanted to convey to the world and to myself.

As the story and project have unfolded, the story is textbook irony. I had looked for a more suitable house for us for over a year. We must have looked at 20. Made an offer on a few. But there was always a dealbreaker.

The beautiful wood paneled walls of the three acre country estate with the many fruit trees but maintenance issues and the shredded birdcage around the pool. As we countered back and forth with the seller, I was slowly undone by the amount of work it would take to bring this beautiful property back to life and good health. And it was far too far to drive to amenities for my liking. Pass.

Then there was the country place that was called the “cow house” by our agent. Five acres and a massive, meandering house. Again in need of maintenance and much love. Too much of both were required for our taste. And there were no trees to speak of on the property. A definite dealbreaker.

There was the stunningly decorated “wow” house that t sat directly on a golf course. It had an adorable little lap pool. That deal fell apart over a misunderstanding about whether it was being sold “turnkey” or not. But we learned no furniture or decorations were included, as we initially thought. As tempting as it was, that deal fell through, too.

It is often said in real estate circles that buyers often know they have found “their” house within a few seconds after crossing the threshold. So it was with the house we recently chose. Perfection. For us. Until last week when trees began to fall.

When I wrote about my emotional evenhandedness in the face of lovely old oak trees coming down in front of our eyes and our old forest view being obliterated, I was kidding myself.

I now realize I was in shock. We had no forewarning of what was coming. I kept myself super busy on Friday just to get on the top of the situation and to quell my panic.

That denial fell away this morning when the dozers and chainsaws came back. When they were done, there was a huge hole in the view from our pool where there used to be lush greenery and old trees dripping with Spanish moss. And a pile of leveling dirt. The pain set in with a vengeance.

I am heartsick. And I realize that I am powerless. Except in how I react. And 72 hours later, I am reacting like a very sad and angry little girl. I am full of swear words and useless anger. So much for my great healing journey.

I know “this too shall pass.” Like other sudden losses and disappointments, this pain will lessen and change with time. We have talked to a landscaper to fill in the hole from our side with thick and fast-growing foliage.

So as much as I would like to experience all of life’s insults in a calm, beatific and philosophical evenhanded way, I have to accept I am only human.

It’s a sad and disappointing development. It is not the first time and will not be the last time that life throws me a curveball. I appreciate that it is also not the end of the story.

Best to shore up and fortify those emotional management skills now. Surprising to me is that short-term rage and anger appears to be one of them.

Lost and Found

It happens to all of us. That sickening feeling when you lose a precious thing. A thing you loved. A thing from which you derived so much joy and happiness. A thing you convinced yourself you could never live without.

It happened to me so many times. And with it, the sinking heart, the welling tears, the panic, and feeling of pure helplessness. God, how I loathed loss. But life doles out grace one loss at a time. Don’t get me wrong. Loss can still slice me in half. But the searing pain of loss, when we were young, gives way to the grace of acceptance. And the sense of inevitability.

We learn the hard way that loss is universal. When a parent dies, so many other people can relate. Divorce is devastating. But hardly an isolated experience. What we fear losing changes as we do because what matters to us changes.

I was heading home for the holidays when I was pickpocketed at Montreal airport. My wallet had my ID and $150 cash in it. All my Christmas money. I was inconsolable. I got through Christmas somehow and returned to school. Weeks later, my cash light wallet showed up in my mailbox. The thief had been gracious enough to only lift the money and return the ID. Gotta love a crook with a heart.

The loss of friends turned out to be way harder. A group of us sat around a residence cafeteria breakfast table in stunned disbelief. Our friend Heather MacAskill had been killed the night before in a single-car crash on her way home for the holidays. My loss was minor compared to that of my friend Kathy Fisher, Heather’s very best friend.

Kathy looked like a wraith herself at that early morning requiem. By times she was silent and brooding, then wailing like a banshee. The death of another young person under tragic circumstances is very hard to process. It digs into young psyches with ferocity and can generate rage as much as sadness.

I didn’t experience many deaths after Heather. But I did lose my peers through my own stupidity. I was often the cause of the separation. Worse is that I wasn’t exactly sure what it was that I had done or said to drive me out of those people’s lives and affections. In other cases, I was profoundly aware of what triggered the loss. And I had to live with that. Being a drunken teenager with non-existent boundaries may have been all the reason that was needed.

So when a dear lost friend from childhood wandered back into my life yesterday, I was beyond joyous. It felt as if a piece of my heart had been restored in my chest. That she answered a tremulous overture with warmth and kindness filled me with the same. I was so afraid of approaching her again. I am very glad I did. Time does heal.

What I’ve learned about loss is that there are – as author Judith Viorst put it – Necessary Losses. Not only necessary but inevitable. We must shed the illusions of childhood to become adults. We may have to move and leave our comfort zone to pursue a new opportunity. We must let our children go to let them build their own lives. Our parents must leave for their well-deserved rest. That’s the deal.

Life is all about birth and death; rising and falling; coming and going; giving and taking. We are regularly reminded that it is life’s brevity that gives it meaning. When we leave this planet, as we inevitably must, there will be lots and lots of people out there to fill in the gap.

This is my time and it is precious. I didn’t always see it that way. What a sad and stupid little girl I was. I feel sorry for the me I once was and the hard lessons I had to learn to finally “get it.” To finally learn that it is life’s very uncertainties that make it so rich and unreplaceable. That was a lovely lesson I found along the way. Bring on the day.