Remembering a sad OctoberPosted: October 29, 2013
The ache of this month’s move from the neighborhood I love(d) has me reflecting on where I was last year at this time. Last October was hard.
Henry was 5 months old. He had just started day care, and I had just returned to the office. My heart was an open wound I felt inadequately equipped to protect. I also felt like a confused robot. Then one of Henry’s sweet classmates died of SIDS at home in her sleep. Then a friend’s best friend lost a 37-week-old child she was carrying. Then Marina Krim’s nanny killed two of her young children. None of these tragedies were mine, but they also all felt like mine, in a very small dose that I could handle.
This must be how people get through unimaginable grief: We all, through empathy, take on a little bit of the suffering for the people for whom it should be unbearable, and somehow they go on breathing, sleeping, doing, being.
I’ve thought of these families often this month, and I probably will for many Octobers to come. I hope it helps.