I hate this room. I’ve spent weeks pretending the door doesn’t exist. The silence of the room is unnatural and disturbing. Even the house agrees; the floorboards squeak when I pass by, saying “Hey, what happened to the music man?” But now I’ve lost something and I can’t find it—and I’ve looked everywhere. Everywhere except one place.
Inside, the instruments look wounded, discordant. I want to apologize as I shuffle through layers of music, “I’m sorry. I miss him too.” A title jumps out at me: “To One I Love.” Reading this, I find I can finally cry.
Author’s Note: I hated this picture the minute I saw it. It took me a while to realize why. For all of you out there who have known loss, perhaps the above will ring true for you also.
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I’m so glad I don’t have that particular connection to music. I’d be crying all the time. I’m sad simply hearing about your loss.
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Oh, it has been many years. I just get blindsided every once in a while and I remember the intensity of it like it was yesterday. Now music is just a joyful reminder–most of the time.
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Very touching and understandable that any object that touched the loved one takes on a part of them. Well done.
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Thank you. Yes, object resonance can be touching…but it can border on the ridiculous at times. I remember going past a stack of cereal boxes in an aisle in a store when the loss was still new. The cereal was depicting Star Wars characters–a big trigger image for remembering my loved one. It was all I could do not to start blubbering seeing those stupid faces staring out at me. Fortunately, that level of grief does pass. Now I just smile whenever I see Boba Fett. (Although, Jar Jar Binks still brings out emotional responses…mostly of the irritated kind.)
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A catalyst among the remains–good take on the prompt.
All my best,
Marie Gail
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This is very moving. You’ve captured the sense of loss really poignantly. Sad.
Marg
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Dear Kirizar,
I’m truly sorry for your loss and that my photo dredged up old feelings. You voiced your loss well in your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. Now for a serious question. Emotionally charged topic aside, was the use of the word ‘discordant’ when describing the instruments just too cheesy for words? Part of me wanted to just skip it as a bad joke…but, I liked the play on words. (I did refrain from saying ‘the music lay there, decomposing’.)
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Tony had that “musical resonance” effect on many of us. I hear you loud & clear–and him.
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Thank you, John. It is nice to know Anthony’s fan club does not diminish, even if time gets in the way of memory.
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I understand it absolutely. You captured it perfectly. Thank you.
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