JERRY: You rented ‘Home Alone?’
GEORGE: Yeah. Do you mind if I watch it here?
JERRY: What for?
GEORGE: Because if I watch it at my apartment, I feel like Im not DOING anything. If I watch it here, Im out of the house. Im DOING something.
Today is a nothing day. Nothing important.
Well, today is Halloween.
And since my husband and I didn’t have kids, and we never really “did anything” on Halloween,
today is a nothing day.
All of the days surrounding today, however, are filled with emotion.
The days that have passed, and the days coming up.
Lots and lots of emotion.
This past Sunday, October 27th, was my wedding anniversary.
Would have been 7 years.
I hate that I have to say “would have been.”
We didn’t even make it to 5.
I spent the day Sunday driving to the road where our venue was, and still is.
Sea Cliff, Long Island.
I sat by the water where we took our pictures.
Where his ashes are scattered.
I walked along the sand. I sat on a bench and stared.
I tossed a message in a bottle into the bay.
I sobbed. For 2 hours straight. I really did.
It just kept coming.
They shot out of me like a flood or a tidal wave,
fighting and begging to be heard.
So I sat.
And I listened.
And I talked.
To the silence.
To the low tide.
To the hope, that I could somehow hear or feel his love, somewhere deep inside.
Tomorrow, just 7 years ago, we left for my parents beautiful time-share on Cape Cod, to spend our 10 day honeymoon. While there on the Cape, we celebrated his birthday, which happens to fall on November 6th, Election Day. After that, other emotional future days will also come up. Such as Thanksgiving. And the day he proposed to me underneath that Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in NYC, one week before Christmas. And then, of course, Christmas. My favorite day of the year, that I now dread with every fiber of my being. New Years Eve. And then we get to start the whole damn thing all over again ……..
in these moments of silence that I sit here and write,
while my roommate is out celebrating the holiday,
and while my new life often leaves me alone on nights,
exactly like this one,
is a nothing night.
And it is nights like tonight,
these nothing nights,
these days that fall in-between
other relevant nights,
it is these evenings and these hours,
that I feel the loss most of all.
just 7 years ago,
on Halloween night,
we were not doing anything at all.
We were doing nothing.
and doing nothing, together
is so very delicious and incredible and sexy
and boring and wonderful and adventurous
when you are deeply in love.
We were watching “Its The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”,
and we were packing for our honeymoon,
and we had ordered some take-out Italian,
and we sat on our couch in our living room,
with our legs and our hearts intertwined,
loving our newly married life,
that was only 4 days old.
And we did nothing at all.
and nothing was everything.
And doing nothing,
is not the same,
as doing nothing,
with your person.
And so these nights,
these nights of nothing that are
In-Between other nights,
They remind and they bring back to the surface,
and they wound and they push in all the places,
that you don’t want pushed.
On these nights,
being left alone here,
with only my thoughts and my heart,
it is dangerous.
It is painful.
It is vulnerable.
I am naked,
sitting next to grief,
to come out and play.
And when he does,
and he always does,
I will be ready,
and I will be silent,
and I will sit still,
for that small, tiny, important moment
right before the wave crashes
right after the wind blows
right before the grief starts howling,
I will listen,
for your love,
of the In Between.