Georgette before dinner, 4/21/08. Photo: G.
Me: Got Duck notifications done and in the mail. Had a marvelous light-bulb moment dinner with Carrie. Today: call Bee and newspaper. Doctor this afternoon about aches, pains, and spots.
G: I bet after a weekend with me, work is a peaceful place to be.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule.
Game Weather schedule.
Cruise:Mexican Riveria Cruise Reviews
It took Carrie to point it out. Why couldn’t I resolve or let go of the Ba issue? Why was I still chewing on it how ever many times I let it go? Why did the unresolved insist on coming back. Dr. Jay, our resident shrink, said that this was typically Ba. It was her way of getting rid of us, of pushing us all away so she could move on without excess baggage.
I could see clearly that her words didn’t match my deeds.
“You are toxic to me,” she said. “I’ve been trying to talk with you for a year….” But she hadn’t; G agreed. I, in my slowness and thickness, didn’t understand after 25 years with a very open, sharing friendship.
Perhaps Carrie could see the issue so clearly because of all her years as a nurse, of all her years of working with patients and families. Maybe I looked like a patient yesterday tho I felt like family. It only took a few questions to reach the heart of the matter. Trust.
If there could be resolution there would be a letting go. There will be no resolution as this is a second time.
How does one parse the word “Trust.”
Openness. That’s trust.
After dinner, a tired Carrie invited us over to her house to view not just the new changes to her home, but to reveal a blossoming Carrie. She is inching comfortably into herself now six months after her husband’s death. New bright red slipcovers in her living room. Terra-cotta and wicker on a once box filled side deck. Brilliant. A few tears. We stayed only moments as hordes of guests had just left and one other was soon expected.
What else is trust?