Eleven years ago I moved to Minneapolis a newly divorced woman with three grieving children.
We were all nuts.
Somehow we lived, one day to the next. The eldest left for college. The two youngest endured finding their own new ways in a new place, as did their mother. Life was marked by train rides to see their dad and sometimes visits with the Chicago-dwelling eldest. We were careful around each other. We grieved. Oh, we grieved.
And we lived.
Friends were found and life made and gradually it became easier to breathe.
Pick ups to and from college for three. A”bonus dad” and “bonus sibs” to acclimate to. More friends, explorations, band concerts, leaving and returning and growing awareness that the bond of love is a rare and precious thing.
Graduations from college and jobs won and left. Partners welcomed and woven into kin fabric. Hearts passionate about healing and justice and beauty and community and the splendor of the earth. Pastor’s kids adept with people and open to life.
And now the youngest graduates on Saturday. There for his walk will be his deepest and most tenacious fans: his mom and dad, his step-Coop, his sisters and their partners and on the next day a raucous cloud of witnesses present to mark the good of it all.
It will be the last big party at this house that has known many parties – some I knew about and many I did not. We will be together, we who have been so blessed to walk from a world saturated by grief into a world near too-full of gratitude.
I can’t speak it fully. e. e. cummings comes close:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
We are alive.
I thank you God for most this amazing.
To think that you will be blessing us up close soon fills me with awe. e.e. cummings’ poem has long been a favorite. e. macaulay is catching up fast. Gratitude is growing.
Thanks, Martha. There is great blessing awaiting us all. I look forward to growing in your company. e
My folks got divorced while I was in college. About the same time I got engaged to Vern who was a veteran who went to the same college on the GI bill. I was wary of our future with my family history. Needless to say thing worked out well. We had fifty-five wonderful years together before he died. We had four great kids and eight grandchildren. I have been truly blessed.
So glad you were blessed with a deep love for your guy. It shines from you. Thanks for sharing, Pat. e