222 Grief and Loss Across the Lifespan
all gifted to me
all submerged in a drawer
After the funeral
his photos surfacing
so too my
thousands of memories
spring evenings playing baseball
summer vacations picking blackberries in Wild Wood
autumn nights lying on our backs on picnic benches
counting shooting stars
winter days mittened throwing snowballs
Wearing boots and six-shooters
walking to our neighborhood theater
watching cowboy movies
Just us, always the two of us
together
Now, I’m the Lone Ranger
The sole keeper of our memories
by myself, I climb the sappy pine tree
in front of our apartment
unpartnered, I collect Coke bottles
to exchange for penny candy
I sit alone atop a turned over lifeguard stand
on a Jersey beach, the sun descending
Losing Jack: Accidental Death of a Spouse in Midlife
Jean
Jean is an administrative assistant at a large university who is using only first names
to protect her privacy. She was married to Jack for 27 years and continues to live in
their home, care for their animals, and raise their horses.
On Tuesday, June 11, 2013, I received a call at work around 10:30. It was my
friend Tara, whose husband worked with mine; they both were longshoremen
who unload cargo containers on the waterfront. She told me there had been an
accident at the pier and that I should go to the trauma unit at the hospital as
soon as possible. A large forklift carrying a steel coil had backed over Jack. My
supervisor, Rosalie, drove me. I had no idea how badly Jack was hurt. I always
understood that Jack’s job could be dangerous with all the heavy machines
and cargo. During the drive, I made phone calls to my sister and others; every-
one asked me to keep them posted about how Jack was doing and said they
would pray for him.
The drive seemed to take forever and I had a horrible feeling. I recognized
that feeling from years before when Jack had called me at work and simply said