"Mourning has its place but also its limits.”
-- Joan Didion, THE YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING, quoted in Goodreads.
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Joan Didion and her
husband, John Gregory Dunne, were part of the literary elite. After he died
suddenly in 2003 and their daughter died shortly thereafter, Didion wrote a
book about working through her grief.
Her book, titled THE YEAR
OF MAGICAL THINKING, was published in 2005 and made all the best seller lists.
She explains that “magical thinking” is a term used by psychologists to describe
the way we try to change reality by thinking we can go back in time and change
things. We’ll wake up tomorrow and find it was all a bad dream.
Magical thinking, wishful
thinking. Grief plays tricks. Anyone who has lost a loved one knows that. A
familiar looking car passes us on the street and we get a glimpse of a hat, the
back of a head, maybe a profile, and for a split second we think – but no,
nothing changed. Reality is a dead weight on the heart.
I could tell you stories,
but I won’t. Oh, all right, just one. Trust me, I’m not nuts. A little flaky
maybe, but definitely of sound mind.
Years ago my favorite cat
died. He was a big orange cat and his name was George. I loved that cat and
couldn’t bear to give him up. When he was literally on his last legs my best
friend stepped in and held him while the vet put him to sleep. I cried for
days.
One morning as I sat at
the breakfast bar drinking coffee and staring out the window, George walked up
on my deck. He stopped, stretched, and walked off.
Maybe it was magical
thinking. Maybe it was visualization. Maybe George was just showing off, his
way of saying, “It’s cool, I’m fine.” I ran outside and looked around, calling him.
I couldn’t find him and I never saw him again. But he was there, just once, oh,
yeah.
PEOPLE magazine for Oct.
17, 2005 ran an article by Joan Didion on how she came to write her book.
Here’s a paragraph that will strike a familiar chord with anyone who grieves:
(quoting)
Also, when you are in
grief there’s something that happens to your throat. It’s from not crying.
You’re choking. I recognize that, totally. It doesn’t make it easier, but I do
know it will go away. Another thing is, when you wake up in the morning you
have to sort of reinvent your life every day because in the dream state you try
to forget.(end quote)
“Reinvent your life every
day.” We already do that in many ways. In grief it just takes more effort and
energy. Eventually, it gets easier. Not easy. Never easy. Just easier. You put
one foot in front of the other, and you go on, reinventing your life every day.
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Photo of cats Onxy and
Tango shared by Deb Bouziden, used here courtesy of Amy Shojai from her cat
photos on Flickr at
http://tinyurl.com/jwswpok
Amy Shojai is a nationally
known authority on pet care and behavior, a certified animal behavior
consultant, and the author of 26 nonfiction pet books. She also writes mystery
thrillers, making her debut with the dog-centric thriller LOST AND FOUND
(2012).
See her web site at http://amyshojai.com/
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I treasure all the memories of each dog who has ever shared my life. My life would not be complete without having a dog in it!
ReplyDeleteMorgan Mandel
Morgan, I agree. Pets complete your life. Sometimes you'd swear they are human. At the very least they can read your mind. lol
DeleteLovely post, Pat, especially for those of us who are dog and cat lovers. I expect to be greeted by a large pack of dogs and a few cats from the Rainbow Bridge when I cross over. It's a comforting thought. I've loved a lot of dogs in a long life, but as always the one I have now is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteAmazing thought, isn't it, Judy? Starts me thinking back to the dogs and cats that have romped through my life.
DeleteGreat post! We've had so many dogs and cats through the years and all were loved. Right now we have far too many cats--hubby's fault as he feeds all those that have been dropped off by people. We do have two inside cats who are different than any cats we've ever had.
ReplyDeleteMarilyn, speaking of inside cats -- I'm herding cats this week. The black cat minds her own business. The tabby is a real trouble maker. She goes looking for a fight! Kind of like human siblings who challenge each other while they are growing up. LOL Thanks for stopping by. Maybe I'll see you at a SinC meeting.
DeleteThanks for this touching post. I think it's lovely that George strolled across your view to let you know that he was okay.
ReplyDeleteJackie, thanks for your comment. It was an experience I'm not likely to forget. There are so many things we don't always understand. Reminds me of the quote about seeing "through a glass darkly." But I do think we get comfort when we need it.
DeleteThis post really resonated with me. I do believe that we are sometimes graced with visits to help us with our grief.
ReplyDeleteMaryann, I agree. We just have to be open to such experiences. Sometimes I think they come in dreams, too. Thank you for stopping by.
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