Episode 6 of this podcast covers “Me and Magdalena” by The Monkees and was the hardest episode to post. We finished this episode on Mother’s Day and it took until Father’s Day for me to actually write something. As of this writing, it has been 18 months since Kathleen has been gone. I used to think about her dying years before she did as her health seemed to be generally declining and I wanted to try to prepare myself for the time when I would not have her in my periphery every moment of my life. I imagined the hobbies I would take up, the volunteer work I could do, the books I would read when I had the time. As if we ever have enough time.
When I went to high school, our Valedictorian, let's call her Sally, was a very motivated and bright young woman. We started our educational lives together in a small Catholic grade school. She was fun, cute, and very smart and we used to walk home from school together singing church songs. As we grew up, we didn’t share the same interests. As a high schooler, I liked to sneak bottles of Boone's Farm into the theater to see Rocky Horror every weekend. I don’t know what Sally did for fun, but it definitely wasn’t that. I listened to her graduation speech and remember her clearly saying “when opportunity was knocking, some of us were looking for four- leaf clovers” and I know she probably wasn’t addressing me but I sure did take that personally. Pretty smug comment from an 18 year old and even then I thought so.
Sally became a doctor. One of the youngest students ever accepted into medical school for her field. I’m sure she has changed since we were seniors in high school a handful of decades ago. I know I have, I no longer drink Boones Farm. I hope in the ensuing years that she has found a moment to take in nothing and occasionally look for a four-leaf clover.
This song is about those moments of doing nothing of consequence with someone. Talking the time to see someone in a beautiful light, without any expectations. Taking the time to wonder and to surrender to the mystery of the undiscovered. Kathleen, and any person with high communication needs, whether due to stroke, alzheimers, or autism, have lots of thoughts and feelings that are never known because we rely on words too much. “Use your words” we used to say to Kathleen when she screamed. I wish I could go back in time and say, “I’m listening”instead.
In the past eighteen months, I haven’t volunteered, or finished a book (I have started several) or started a new hobby. I did just see a baby cardinal in my yard. I have stared into deep space using the high powered telescopes at Lowell Observatory. Its not like I’m doing nothing. I’ve honestly appreciate the hours of useless tv I’ve watched, the leisurely strolls to look at my neighbor’s yards, and the dozens of dogs I’ve met on those walks.
In fact, it’s the sunsets I’ve watched and the waves of the bay near my house I’ve held in the highest regard. The birds I’ve seen in my yard that have brought me the most joy over the last 18 months. Those moments have been bookended by lots of tears and regret over the times I wanted to fix what is rather than appreciating things as they are. As I take this time to appreciate that my family has not fallen apart and my marriage is solid and my health is…well…ok enough, I am slowly learning the lesson that time spent in quiet reflection and wonder is the very best time of all.
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