Flat Line Valentine

Unopened Valentine

I’ve been working on this column for two weeks but the problem is not writer’s block, it’s more like writer’s diarrhea. I have so much to say about what Valentine’s Day brings to me, but much of the story must remain anonymous. Well, “must” is a loaded concept here: I chose not to use our names. No good will come from digging up the sorrow that we buried years ago. We closed that lid and covered it with flowers.

I’ve said too much already without saying much of anything. That dang writer’s diarrhea, my cup runneth over with nothing short and sweet. Well, this is short compared to usual columns, but it is not sweet, not even bittersweet

I won’t use the word “diarrhea” anymore in a silly way – it’s  time to get serious and leave my gallows and bathroom humor behind. Nope, even though I’m tempted, I will not play with my “behind.”

I hope this column is easier to read than it was to write.  After editing and more editing it morphed into “Tragic Valentine’s Love

Stories for Dummies,” or “How to Walk away from your laptop for Dummies.”  The full story could easily a best seller non fiction book. But the more I wrote in this column, the more I had to delete out of respect for others affected.

She was older than I and she was my idol when we were kids. She was so smart, kind, likable, lovable, and an excellent athlete who was tall and thin with no acne. Even my own friends would drift over toward her when we were playing in our yard or in our house. I was the “captain” and boss of everything and everyone, but she didn’t need to be loud or “in charge. ” Her vibe was so inviting and gentle the neighborhood kids just did what she suggested or quietly started on her own.

February 13th 1997

We knew she was struggling as she moved closer to her core. The memories, some real, some too painful to know the difference, weakened her physical heart that was already broken. Why did she keep trying when getting better meant being vulnerable ? That night she seemed weak and tired and barely giggled at my funny stories. She looked depleted from diarrhea and from something else- something felt empty, vague.

After she fell asleep, we brought in dozens the of roses in a vast array of royal reds and pink, boxes of the finest chocolate, toffee, indescribably addicting gourmet caramel popcorn, and we put Budweiser in the fridge to chill as cold as she like it.

During the previous four years she created something akin to an adult-sized crib for herself on her bed lined with more than twenty Teddy Bears.  Some stayed in bed with her and the others sat in their own special places so she’d always see at least one friendly Teddy. They all had their own names and histories, and they each had a Happy Valentine’s Day card to give her. In the wee hours on this Valentine’s morning, her Teddy Bear family grew by twenty new Teddy Bear friends who wanted to be named and loved and safe.

We expected her to open her eyes in the morning and be innocently surprised . The flowers, candy and Teddy Bears would embrace her from all corners of her room. When she woke up she would see and smell love, comfort and adoration. She’d smile a similar to a six year-old would smile and later,her thirst would be quenched by an ice cold Bud just as she liked it.

February 14 1997

We expected her to open her eyes in the morning and be surprised with pink-cheek delight, her eyebrows arched  accentuating her sweetness of heart.

But she was deeply sound sleep  so we didn’t bother her. We made veggie omelets wit extra cheese and meatless sausage that smelled delicious- surely the aroma would wake her up. I went inside her room and tussled her hair, it’s very fine like mine. Then I touched her cheek, she was cold, too cold. I shook her shoulders and shouted for someone to call 911. I tried to find a pulse in her neck.

She was already stiff. Cold. Stiff. Lifeless. Without soul.

So much for expectations.

FLAT LINE VALENTINE

At the viewing I waited until everyone else had their chance to do whatever people do when they look in the casket. I know what I do, but come to think about it,  I’ve never asked people what they do when they’re “viewing.” I tussled her hair just like I did on Valentine’s Day morning. My hands trembled as I took off my guardian angel crystal necklace and I put it on her folded hands.  I didn’t count how many of her Teddy Bears shared the casket with her, but they all seemed happy and comfortable and safe.

I loved her so much. She was my idol. I wanted to be like her. Everywhere she went men, women and kids loved her. Then it all came shattering down. Where did she go, long before she died ?

My Silent Valentine

October 21 1956  –  February 14  1997

The photo is mine. I made an “altar” for a friend of mine who just died two weeks ago. She died just a few hours after we left (she was in hospice.)

AJ 4 angel

 

 

 

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  1. I read this three times through, first quickly then slower than carefully, in awe of not only your writing ability but how poetically you painted this sad portrait of your dear one. Keep writing Cathy. You have such a gift. I will not say “happy Valentines Day” but I am holding love in my heart for you all day.

  2. I’m holding your heart all day too!!!!

  3. I blew that message

    I meant I’m holding love in my heart all day above.

  4. Thank you for sharing this very personal and endearing story, Cathy. I love you, dear One.

  5. Until I ran into your blog today I did not she had passed away. As I read it o thought I knew who it was and then I saw the birth date and it confirmed it. She was my 1st love I was so proud to be her boyfriend. I have loved anyone like I loved her. We had so much fun together never had an argument. When she told me she had the calling from god it broke my heart but I didn’t give up I tried for another year and a half to change her mind. I finally had to do what was best for her and let her go hardest thing I ever had to do. But I never stopped loving her and still love her today. So even though she has been gone 17 yes this is day 1 for me grieving. God has angel in heaven.

  6. I loved her so much

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