Cracks at the Heart
of the World
The fears and loves of my life
are defined by cracks: the ones my father has always made in the air around
him, the ones in my own mind.
When I was fifteen and he was
in one of his tirades, I ran to my room, broke a bottle of cologne, and cut
myself twice on the arm with one of the shattered pieces. I remember feeling
happy at the sight of the blood and the terror in my parents’ faces.
My loves: the museum where I
work, its broken pieces of ancient and medieval art. Paul, whose marriage
shattered a long time ago but can’t be discarded, whose daughter is broken and
needs the glue only both her parents can provide.
When Paul told me he was
married, I went home and broke a set of wine glasses. But I stayed with him
because he was my best hope for mending myself.
My father is dying, and I don’t
know how I feel about it.
I sit by his bed in the
hospital with my mother, holding her hand, marveling at how her love for him
has never wavered in spite of his difficult ways. I think about Paul’s love for
his daughter. And I wonder whether I will ever be able to love that way.
I see the breath trickling from
my father’s lips, and suddenly it is as if something is escaping from him and
flowing into me. I remember his stories about Vietnam. I feel their underbelly:
the horrors he experienced and could never forget. I remember how he hated his
job but kept at it to support my mother and me. I feel
strength, sacrifice, love. I feel that my father is showing me how to survive.
Will it be enough? Enough to
help me survive, too? If this is his legacy to me, I must accept it. I must
forgive him, Paul, myself—and learn to love unselfishly. To mend my own cracks.
This was written for the Trifecta Challenge. This week’s
challenge was the following definition:
CRACK
3a : a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice>
b : a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services> CRACK
3a : a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice>
b : a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services> CRACK
So raw and visceral Elaine. And how the cracks are there, a part of our lives that we feel so physically but aren't visual to the human eye. Beautiful (and painful) piece to read. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Amy--very raw, and intense. Great job.
ReplyDeleteVery touching ! Loved it :)
ReplyDeleteThe despair and the strength to overcome it, they are definitely legacies worth inheriting !