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Apr. 6th, 2014 02:40 pm
The flowers are from the front yard, just outside the window that I am looking out of as I write. This is the first bush to bloom--it always is.
She would have been 57 today. I can still picture her at 47, at her last birthday, and I can imagine what she might have looked like at 70, but I just can't picture her being 57.
I went out to the cemetery yesterday and spent some time. I hadn't been there for a while--at least a year, maybe two. I thought a bit about why Arlina has been on my mind more lately. She seems to pop up in this journal fairly often. Part of it is because she has always been a part of what I have written here, from the very beginning.
She will have been gone ten years this year. I suspect there is some kind of symbolic closure in that, as there was at the one-year mark. Ten years is a long time. Most of the time it feels like another lifetime altogether. Every once in a while though, it still feels very immediate. I don't know. It feels like there is something in all this that I don't really understand. It's not a bad thing, it just feels like there is something under the surface.

The irises are in bloom at the cemetery, and they are lovely.
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Date: 2014-04-06 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-06 11:04 pm (UTC)I recall Arlina's death very vividly, even though I've never met her or you, other than through your lj chronicles. At the time of her passing, I posted this:
http://noetic-toe.livejournal.com/48852.html
Your accounts of your experience with Arlina affected me -- and many others, no doubt -- profoundly. Thank you for being willing to share those experiences.
And thank you for visiting her.
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Date: 2014-04-06 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-04-07 02:29 am (UTC)So many things are simultaneously yesterday and long ago.
And I imagine it's so much weirder than anything i know, to have a much-loved yet no longer in this world wife with you, and to live daily with a much-loved and mundanely present wife.
Travelling through time and its changes, with memory, is weird.
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Date: 2014-04-07 04:43 pm (UTC)The roses and the irises look beautiful.
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Date: 2014-04-07 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-07 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-07 08:49 pm (UTC)All my good thoughts to you. *hugs*