Monday, November 5, 2007

A Higher Road that Leads to Different Places


I woke up to a tiny little head bobbing up and down at the foot of my bed. I was in the guest room at my brother's house in a room filled with boxes and laundry baskets brimmed full of clothes, and household junk. My brother was moving out that morning, and his little chihuahua was coming to greet me awake. I laid in bed while Isabel hopped around licking my face and snuggling into the space between my chin and neck. About a month ago my brother and his wife decided to get a divorce and this morning he was taking the final step in moving out of the house. I came down the night before just to help. I have never gone through such a thing, so I didn't know what to expect while watching my brother say, "this is so weird..." and shake his head while he was looking at empty rooms where their stuff used to be. I did have an idea what the morning could have been. Perhaps a hurtful remark placed with the accuracy of a sniper would incite an argument, lead to a fight, finished with with mean words and a slammed door. Breath filled curses would escape his lips as the house would shrink in the rear view mirror. Maybe all those things have transpired already, I don't know; but in this morning of transitional funk, it was simply melancholy smiles and heavy hugs between two people who deeply care for one another. What we love in life; it's surprises, spontaneity, variety, and new scenery, are the same we fear and loathe. The nature of our love/hate relationship with life's future is that it's singular constant is never allowing us to know what is in it's wings. Songwriter Carole King describes life as a tapestry, "An everlasting vision of an ever changing view, a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold." I said goodbye to her and took a quick photo of their last hug and felt just like they looked. That mixture of confusion, sadness but eventual continuation.
Good luck to both of you.

12 comments:

jared & amber said...

Good luck Jeffe! Nice dramatic picture Mike.

Maegan Burr said...

if this whole photo thing doesn't work out for you, you'll always have writing to fall back on mike.

Brent and Britta said...

I'm glad you were there for him. Jeff deserves to be happy. That photo made me cry... or maybe Jeff made me cry. Anyway - you truly captured the emotion.

Sarah said...

nice work my friend

Sarah Kaye said...

Mike, the picture is stunning. Very moving. You and Jeff are very blessed to have the close relationship you have.

Anonymous said...

That poor girl lost her better half, or should I say her only half, since she is lacking brain and soul.

Chelsea said...

great photo. but so sad!

Christy said...

I actually never knew that you were such a talented writer. You are always surprising me, Michael. Having gone through a divorce myself, I can relate to what a WEIRD experience it is when you actually go through with it. In your mind you're saying "this can't be happening," even while you are watching it happening in front of your eyes. I'm sure it won't be easy for Jeff, but some day he'll look back and be grateful to be in a better place.

Allyson said...

That was quite moving. How sad. you need to write a book and take the photos for it. Well done.

Emily Allen said...
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Emily Allen said...

a somber image. you were in the right place at the right time. thanks for sharing.

Paul Duane said...

I've been divorced for almost 3 years now. I'm somewhat speechless; nice work in capturing a small slice of essence in this most heart rending moment.