Thursday, March 11, 2010

Frogs in My Driveway


It's been a funny weather year for everyone.

Certainly a wet one. It's hard to say, after all the spectacular drought if all the snow and rain is unusual, or just not drought.

One of my Facebook friends, a distinguished Southern gentleman I work with, commented yesterday that they've had so much rain that he had frogs in his driveway. I said that sounded like a metaphor for something. He replied that he'd be proud for me to put it in my blog.

Someone else pointed out that it's a toad, not a frog. He said he could live with that, too.

Yesterday ended up being a sad day. I wrote about Karol, as I really wanted to do, and then people replied. It was wonderful and gratifying, to see the various comments and read the emails. But it made each new contact freshened the grief. I suppose that's good, the catharsis of it. At times, though, I felt like I was drowning.

I find deaths and funerals to elicit strange reactions from people. In the first place, people in general don't know how to deal with grief. No one knows what to say to the ones grieving most. Largely because there's nothing to say. And then there's a level of competition, of who knew the person best, who loved her most, who's the most affected.

For me, Karol was far from being a central part of my life. There was a time we were in almost daily contact, but that had long-since changed. And yet, her disappearance from the world feels pivotal to me. I'm sure my issues play in, my own mortality, facing the ways in which that very fun and fertile era is over.

That's how it is for all of us. A death is rarely about the person who died; it becomes about the people left behind. After all, the person who died doesn't care about any of it.

Not so far as we know, anyway.

Perhaps that's why elegies always become autobiographies. People stand up at memorials and funerals to speak about the dead and almost always spend the whole time talking about themselves. They don't intend it that way, but the thoughts always wend towards how that person made them feel.

Nothing wrong with that, really.

Rain is just rain. It falls without reason, without emotion. We are the ones who assign meaning to it.

We're the ones who notice there are now frogs in the driveway.

4 comments:

  1. Mr. Toad had a motorcar. It is perfectly logical that he would be in the driveway.

    The way we connect to others is by revealing pieces of ourselves. It happens all the time, in moments of grief and joy. Eulogies and bridal toasts share that bit.

    So do great blogs.

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  2. Excellent point on Mr. Toad!

    And - aw, shucks...

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  3. :) Toads and frogs both are very lovely symbols of transformation. And here you are transforming grief and remembered friendship into something that will shape you as you walk into the rest of your life.

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  4. Oh, I love that Marcella - that frogs and toads are symbols of transformation and your wonderful ideas of transforming grief and memories into something lasting. I'll remember that.

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