I recently started reading 'Organ Meats: A Novel' by K-Ming Chang. The story follows the journey of two best friends, Anita and Rainie, who find solace under the shade of an old sycamore tree and some stray dogs. The tree is believed to have the power to communicate with humans. As the girls explore their surroundings, they discover they are connected to a long line of dog-headed women and woman-headed dogs.
Stream of Consciousness!
My random thoughts on Jan, love, grief, life, and all things considered.
When is a Kiss More Than a Kiss?
My First, Last, and Maybe Next Kiss
Half a century ago, I attended a party in the Inwood area of Manhattan. Jan had invited me to the party through a mutual friend since I had met her a year earlier but had only just heard back from her. Upon my arrival, she purposely spilled wine on my head. We laughed and began a private conversation as if a bubble of silence surrounded us, and we couldn’t hear the other partygoers’ noise. When my friend Mark told me that he and my Williamsburg friends were leaving, I knew I had to make a decision.
I felt uncertain. I wanted to kiss Jan to express my feelings, but I wasn’t sure if she would be receptive to it. If I didn’t make a move, she might think of me as just a friend, and I might not get another chance. “I’ll meet you at the subway in a minute,” I said half-heartedly to Mark. I stood up from my chair and leaned towards Jan. Kissing her forehead would be a safe option. However, I kissed the top of her head instead. She smiled and lifted her head, so I kissed her forehead. She looked up at me and smiled. We shared our first kiss, and it was the sweetest kiss in the universe.
Thirty months ago, Jan had been home for close to a month for hospice care. On May 3, I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. I walked to the hospital bed and leaned over to kiss her forehead. As I approached her lips, I said, “I love you!” Her voice was weak, but she responded clearly and without reservation, “I love you too!” We kissed. It was another sweet kiss, and I had no idea at that moment that it would be our last kiss.
Moving forward as a widow, living alone seemed unimaginable. But I took it one day at a time and made progress. Over time, I found that grief was gradually fading away. Although my love for my wife remains, I realized that people die, not love. The thought of kissing someone new never crossed my mind after her, but I have found joy in loving someone again. The more I longed to kiss her, the less probable it seemed. Still, I know it will happen if it is meant to be. Recently, on the fiftieth anniversary of my first kiss, I was reminded that some kisses hold more significance than just a simple peck. The prospect of kissing the woman I love fills me with joy and hope.
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The Liberators
I started reading The Liberators by E. J. Koh today. The book is a debut novel about Insuk, a 24-year-old Daejeon, a South Korean college student who falls in love with her classmate, Sungho. They get married with her father's blessing. Still, things take a turn for the worse as the military dictatorship, martial law, and nationwide protests bring the country to the brink of collapse, and Insuk's father mysteriously disappears.
Changing the Clocks is a SAD Time!
The Prius Clock Runs a Little Faster
On Sunday, we changed our clocks back an hour to standard time. As someone who has experienced changing times by falling back or springing forward throughout my adult life, I remember how challenging it was to make the changes with only analog devices. In my younger years, I would start making the adjustments as early as possible, but my wife and family were not happy with the early shift in time. Eventually, I would change them on Saturday one by one so we would be ready for the two a.m. switch.
However, living alone in a more digital age, I only had to change four analog clocks in my home and one in my car, which were easy to adjust, and I did not have even a moment of confusion. The clocks in my apartment included the stove, microwave, thermostat, and radio, and the Prius had one button for hours and another for minutes, making it simple to set the time. As always, I double-checked that I had set the time correctly by checking on my iPhone and Apple Watch.
The time was perfect on Sunday as I made one of my rare vehicular trips to the grocery store. On Monday, however, I noticed that the time was close to a minute faster, and my instinct was to reset it. But then, I remembered that this was my wife’s car, and she had set her clock four minutes before the actual time so she would arrive on time for a meeting.
Despite the challenges with each time change, I have learned to accept the things I cannot change. My wife’s Prius clock reminds me that some things are beyond our control, but I focus on what I can control. As the days get shorter and the darkness sets in, I acknowledge my Seasonal Affective Disorder and work towards finding ways to cope with it. By accepting and embracing the challenges that come my way, I can find inspiration and strength to move forward.
The Jan Lilien Education Fund sponsors ongoing sustainability and environmental awareness programs. Regarding gifts made this month, I will match dollar for dollar. All donations are tax-deductible.
I receive a commission when you buy a book or product using a link on this page. Thank you for supporting Sharing Jan’s Love blog.
The Breakaway: A Novel
Today, I started reading The Breakaway: A Novel by Jennifer Weiner, an inspiring new book about love, family, friendship, secrets, and a life-changing journey. The story revolves around 33-year-old Abby Stern, who is content with her life despite not having a steady career and living in a college-like apartment.
Let Us Descend: A Novel
Today, I started reading Let Us Descend: A Novel by Jesmyn Ward. She is a two-time National Book Award winner, the youngest winner of the Library of Congress Prize for American Fiction, and a MacArthur Fellow. The book is a haunting masterpiece that is sure to become an instant classic. It tells the story of an enslaved girl in the years before the Civil War.
Halloween Ghosts and Goblins
I Am No Longer Afraid of the Future
During my younger days, my wife and I used to dress up in Halloween costumes. Even after I turned sixty, I continued to join in the fun. In the attached photo, you can see my wife in one of her favorite costumes. The blue jacket she’s wearing is mine, and it holds a special place in my heart as I wore it the day we first met. To this day, I still have that jacket and cherish it dearly. The buttons on the coat were primarily from my collection of historic Presidential campaign buttons. Despite living in a house, we rarely had trick-or-treaters, and now that I live alone in an apartment, I only hear faint sounds of children asking for candy from the store owners.
After the passing of my wife, I realized that Halloween, a holiday about death, now had a much different meaning for me. Instead of simply being a holiday filled with fun and excitement, it became a time of fear and sadness. Seeing ghosts, goblins, and skeletons on display made me acutely aware of the loss I had experienced. While I understand that death is a natural part of life, the once cheerful holiday now felt like a haunting reminder of what I had lost.
It has been two years since I became a widow, and I overlooked the holiday this time. Yesterday, I had to visit the urgent care at my pharmacy, and I walked past the candy aisle without paying attention. When the nurse practitioner asked if I was married, I didn’t feel anxious or experience an increase in my blood pressure. It wasn’t new, and I wasn’t worried about it. In many ways, Halloween 2023 is the beginning of new opportunities!
From the depths of grief, I have emerged more robust and inspired than ever! The love I shared with my wife has given me the courage to stand tall and embrace all that life offers exciting opportunities! After almost thirty months of living alone, I have mastered daily living skills and unlocked the key to happiness and joy! And guess what? I have found love again, and it’s like a dream come true! Every day is filled with anticipation and excitement as I wake up to a life I never thought possible. I am thrilled to discover all the fantastic things that the future holds for me, and nothing, not even the goblins, can scare away the love that I have found!
The Jan Lilien Education Fund sponsors ongoing sustainability and environmental awareness programs. Gifts made this month; I will match dollar-for-dollar. All donations are tax-deductible.
I receive a commission when you buy a book or product using a link on this page. Thank you for supporting Sharing Jan’s Love blog.