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| 12. The Package |
| 04.16.05 (5:37 am) [edit] |
I got your package just before I left.
At first I left through the back door. I had to run an errand, and then stop back home and grab some laundry. On my way out the first time, I checked the mailbox. The usual stuff. Bills, offers for loans, someone wants my family's lot in Florida, a magazine.
When I came back I ran through the front door and there it was. A package left earlier between the doors. My first thought when I saw it was: "That's too small to be my new Roomba..."
And then I saw it was from you. And I scooped it up and ran out the door with it like a birthday present waiting to be savored. I found the perfect nook for it in the back of the van.
The trip was fine. I was sleepy and called my friend who is obsessed with her hair. *giggles* She was conditioning it - hot oil. Funny how hot oil can cook your food, scald your enemies and make your hair soft and supple, isn't it?
And then I got there and the kids disappeared to the basement and the conversations were had, and we discovered we had a TV show in common and it was just about to start. So we joined the kids and shushed them and listened to grampa's occasional snores as 'Numb3rs' unfolded, slightly contrived this time, but great math theory as usual. Did I ever mention that I adore Peter McNichols?
It was after that when I opened the box, the knife I chose really too dull to be anything more than adequate.
Lots of packing paper and then another package, with a card and a beautiful necklace and silky cord tied. The tape was under the paper, not down the seams as an amateur might do it. Impressive.
I took the inside package upstairs without opening it, changed into jammies and adjusted the lighting and pillows. I untied the cord and marveled at the knots in their intricacy and yet ease. Each one was diferent, each wrap of the cord around itself seeming to have no pattern. A harbinger of things to come.
The necklace fell away first. I should know what it is made of. I know I do. Yet the name escapes me. I'll wear it today, and I'll think of you in the sunlight, full of hope and pain. Confused and weak and strong and alive. And I'll feel connected.
And I began reading. I expected to cry. But I didn't. And I compared who I was during those years, comparing our ages and where we lived. Growing up just a few years ahead of you. I was in college, getting ready to start my Sophomore year when the last papers were signed. And I wondered who you were then. I had seen you growup in those pages. From lost and angry, to someone transcendant. Someone who would shine. Did shine. But yet I did not know you.
And then I read about the last year before I knew you. And I remembered how it made me feel when I first met you. It made me want to be a better person. You made me humble. And with your recent trials, I had the arrogance to think that I was helping you. Foolish girl that I am. It was you that was helping me.
You were already there before me. Extending your hand down. Pulling me up. Into the sunshine. Above the clouds.
Thank you.
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posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 04.16.05 (5:42 am)
WOW! That's your shortest post to date!!
posted by: altricial (reply)
post date: 04.16.05 (6:09 am)
Reply to: rinna
silly. it's fixed now. :oD
posted by: billlyryan (reply)
post date: 04.16.05 (6:59 am)
I can't stop crying....
Yep, we were separated at birth.
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 04.16.05 (10:32 am)
wow, very powerful :)
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 04.17.05 (12:55 am)
Wow, how sweet!
posted by: billlyryan (reply)
post date: 04.17.05 (12:48 pm)
I keep coming back to read this...
I can't believe someone would write this for someone else....
I love your heart.
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 04.17.05 (7:37 pm)
What a lovely post about a beautiful person (not hte hair obsessed friend, but the other....) I hope she knows just how special she is.
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