I mentioned this a wweek or so ago when New York Times Magazine ran a cover story article about Joan Didion and her husband, who died in circumstances similiar to Kevin. Didion's husband was about to eat supper; mine was about to take a nap.
Reading today's review in the NYT, made me think of the ride from the church to the crematorium the day of Kevin's funeral. My nine-year old nephew wouldn't leave my side. As we sat there, he looked at me and said - Auntie Ellen, I wish I could do magic. And I asked him why. He looked at me and said - I'd wish it was last year when we came to visit you and Uncle Kevin was okay. I realize in reading about Didion that I continue to make that wish every day. But lately it's been harder to do because the reallity is so much stronger.
I found her quote about shoes to be particularly meaningful. As I've mentioned here, I had trouble figuring out why it was so hard for me to let his shoes go. Thanks Joan. You named it perfectly. And sorry for the first name familiarity but I feel like I know her. And I won't shy away from reading her new book - The Year of Magical Thinking. If she could handle writing it, I can handle reading it.
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Interesting post Ellen. I was searching for e-books and saw your post. this post was not exactly what I was searching for but it did grab my attention. I was searching for e-books related info. I do virtual covers and am always looking around to see what else is being offered etc.
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