We all wear masks. We lie every day, even to our loved ones, and often they know we are lying. It is easier that way.
Today I stood making dinner as the sun beamed in the window. I could see my husband outside working in the garden and my kids were around the house doing their own thing. To anyone passing I was a mother standing at the cooker. Nothing to see here.
However standing in the empty kitchen I was in fact not alone. Many voices and intrusive memories surrounded me, demanding they be let in. I could hear a phone ringing incessantly somewhere in my mind, and try as I did to ignore it, it just got louder and louder. Despite that voice in my head shouting ‘Don’t answer it’, I couldn’t resist. In a distant place I could see her name on the phone as the incoming call, and without ever leaving the kitchen I saw myself hurrying away to a quiet room.
I answered the call, and for a brief moment I heard nothing. I called her name, then I heard a loud sob and a voice barely understandable said,‘They have made the call’. Without fully understanding what she was saying, I knew. A wave of sickness passed over me, and I joined in her tears.
Reliving that dreadful day, with fury I chop the veg, as that voice in my head continues it’s tale. I listen to a conversation I have heard so often in the past year and I hear myself ask quietly, ‘Can he come home?’. ‘Yes’, was the heartbreaking response, and as I heard it I began to cry again, but this time in real time.
Back in reality I left the cooker and picked up his photo, which smiles out at us from the dresser. The mischievous grin, the vibrant boy I remember so clearly. In that moment I felt an enormous wave of so many emotions engulf me and the train that is grief hit me hard. Why? How? Can this really have happened? Could he really have died? ‘Is he gone forever?’. And looking into his smiling very young face grief won.
Just then the kitchen door opened and my daughter walked in. I quickly returned to my task in hand and felt somewhat relieved. The spell had been broken. I was back in control again, and that unwelcome beast that is grief, was locked up once more.
Seeing my tear streaked face my daughter asked, ‘Are you okay?’, and I answered ‘Feckin onions’. We shared a smile. Both of us happy with the response.
Except there were no onions in todays dinner.
25 thoughts on “Feckin onions.”
Sending you all my love at this hard time
Thanks a million Laura. This too will pass. (At least I hope so. )
Hugs to you! I have a lot of onions too, and rarely cook….😉
Ah those onions are deadly! 🙂
I feel and understand your experience, Tric. I am left wondering why you chose to cite onions versus the real you and your emotions. (The collective) we so often stifle and suppress the depth of truth and how it naturally affects us.
I also realize that each of us grieves and then mourns on our own time lines. Yet to and with our own immediate family, why hold within or back? Wishing you much strength as you process such a sad event.
There are times Eric when my family give me great comfort. It has been a long two years since diagnosis, and they have seen my tears many times. However today my daughter was in a happy mood, I did not wish to bring her down or to have her share my memories.
I was in an insular mood, wanting to remember young Dan alone. Her entry into the kitchen broke that mood, and once broken I was happy to break free, for now anyway.
It did make me wonder though just as you have.
Understandable. Thanks for sharing and clarifying.
Sometimes our grief is so large and frightening it’s better to hide it away. Otherwise it can devour us.
I really agree with you here. I think by not always sharing we can in some small way continue to live a ‘normal’ life, and at times feel ‘normal’, although sometimes it spills over.
Yes, I occasionally have issues, but most of the time I can compartmentalize. I hate to bring my issues up to my family. I’m usually the strong one.
powerful hugs to you today, tric.
Thanks beth. It was but a moment in the day and thankfully the day afterwards was great.
Roll on December. 🙂
Oh Tric. Sending you lots of love x
Thanks Laura. Just a moment in time thankfully, but it prompted me to think.
So beautifully written
Oh them sudden emotions really hit like a ton of bricks xx
God Tric, I felt like I was standing in the kitchen with you. My hand went to my heart, and my heart went out to you.
Thanks Colleen, that’s lovely of you. Over it now, but a hard few weeks ahead.
Prayers for you all Tric.
It’s the youngest of those lost, who hurt our hearts the most. Sometimes we have to grieve alone (at least that’s what I have found) fecken unions come in handy. But having loved ones around to bring us back to the present moment helps us to remember their lives, and not our sorrow.
How true is this. They help us live in the today and to be glad we have them close. Great comment. Thank you April.
Tric, hope you’re feeling brighter today. Good you felt you could share here. I think our kids can read us like books. No doubt your daughter knew you were trying to cod her and also knew when to leave you be. Good for her!
It was a just that train of grief passing through. I’d a great day after thank you. Our kids certainly know us well, and with the month that is in it I suspect onions will feature heavily!
One step at a time Tric. Hugs to you.
Thanks a million. Day by day, and soon November will be over.