Dec 31, 2013 Frozen
Dec 31, 2013
Or at least I want to be.
I realize I’m trying to freeze time for myself. I’m helping my surviving children to move forward by supporting their endeavors at school and encouraging Teen the Elder as he applies to colleges and completes the testing the schools require (770 on his Literature and Math 2 SAT subjects tests, and 800 on his Physics SAT subjects test-it’s my blog. I can brag if I want to). John has made progress with setting up his home office with my assistance. But me, I’m frozen, content to sit on the couch all day.
I think I figured out why I don’t feel ready to go back to work. I mean besides the crying off and on all day long. Besides the lack of focus and lack of sleep. Besides the angry outbursts. I don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. I go for walks. I take care of my family-plan meals for the week, shop, cook, do laundry. But none of that’s my life really.
You see if I go back to work then I’d be moving on with my life, and if I move on with my life then the space between me and Sam will grow. Right now I don’t feel too different from the way I felt in the moments after Sam died. And if I stay on the couch and do nothing more mentally taxing than attempt for bazillionth time to beat level 147 on Candy Crush (curse you, Candy Crush!), then it’s as if time hasn’t passed.
But time is passing. 11 days after Sam’s death we experienced our first Halloween without him. In November we observed John’s birthday, Chanukah, and Thanksgiving despite the hole in our family. We’ve marked one month since he died, then two. We went on our first road trip without him, and ate out for the first time (“Table for 5, please…I mean 4.”). In December we went to the movies as a family of 4, and talked about the last time we had been there with Sam.
At the start of each month I’ve woken up thinking of Sam and how this is a month he will never see. This is a month in which we will be entirely without him.
2013 is coming to an end. Sam was here for 2013. We sipped sparkling apple cider at midnight New Foundland time, and hoped 2013 would bring the shrinking or at least stabilization of his tumor. We didn’t get what we wanted. One could argue that 2013 has been the absolute, hands-down, worst year of my life. But I don’t want it to end.
With the end of 2013 comes the start of a year Sam will never see; the continuation of a year of firsts we do not celebrate. 2014 propels me into a future without Sam. 2014 pulls me further away from him, but no closer to anything else I can see.
That’s it. There will be no wise conclusion to this post. Don’t expect a, “Happy New Year!” from me. I am frozen.