No Tragedy in Tears: Journeying Towards Contented Living Beyond Grief
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This is not intended to be a handbook for managing grief. Grief is deeply personal and the many paths towards its resolution uniquely engage each person. Yet, hearing about how different people experience grief and its resolution, if that occurs, is helpful. Three journeys are described here. In the first two, the circumstances of the loss are very unusual. The first journey is a direct record of James' lived experience during the year after his first wife died in 1982 and of his progress towards resolution during the years that followed. The second records events when James' mother-in-law was born in 1921, events often recounted as part of her family's history, events which profoundly affected her influence on major decisions James and his first wife made many years later. The third tells of how James finally journeyed beyond the grief of losing his first wife by building a new and fulfilling life in another country with his second wife and their son.
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No Tragedy in Tears - James Garnham
Journey 1: James Before 1982 to 1983 and Beyond
The first journey described here is my own. It began in 1982 when my first wife died. This stark, devastating blow irretrievably ruptured the deeply emotional, spiritual and intellectual life we had shared throughout the previous 15 years. Yet, it was the fulfilling nature of our prior sharing which, during the first year after she died, guided me through the acute anguish of loss towards a path that over several more years enabled me to accept her death with a quiet heart. We had both wanted to project outwardly the joy of our life together, to openly, warmly and harmoniously engage with others whose backgrounds and experience differed widely from our own. It was by affirming for myself the best of these joint expectations that I was able to refocus my thinking. Eventually this allowed me to lightly carry her with me as I sought to move forward into a future I had not previously envisaged. After a 9-year transition, this future saw me 'starting again' in another country and job, and happily married for a second time. Now, after 30 years with my lovely second wife and our talented 29-year-old son, I marvel at how exceptionally fortunate I am to have shared most of my adult life with two such wonderfully caring, gifted, courageous and loving women.
No Tragedy in Tears
There is no tragedy in life,
except the heart had longed too much
too much depended on a dream
which skidding broke on circumstance.
There is no tragedy in death,
except that living meant too much
in prayerful wait for promise given,
then once fulfilled, to last.
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A poem Junie wrote in 1967.
Prologue: The Wedding of 5 December 1981
From Hindustan and Aussieland
Two scholars came to Scotieland,
A lad and lass of serious mind
To both Arts and Sciences inclined,
From Occident and Orient
They seemed on common things intent,
And found each other endless fun,
Their minds and hearts were almost one,
But this was muckle* odd you see
For they were different twigs of the human tree!
Yet the Aussie lad impetuously
Thought to wed he was quite free
And with his mind all fully set
Proposed the very week they met.
He little knew he’d have to wait
When Free Will chanced on Eastern Fate!
For fifteen years in silent haste
The two had little time to waste,
To learn the wisdom of the wise
And the harsh dictates of cultural ties.
Yet they stuck it out for donkey’s years,
Their friends were plainly bored to tears,
For this seemed but a foolish bind
Of a frightfully unconventional kind.
But then at last in eighty-one
The long-awaited deed was done,
And with their wedding of today
We hope that it is true to say,
This good old world’s a single place
For the joy of all the human race,
And knowledge is a Unity
For Wisdom and Felicity.
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Thirty-eight days after writing this Junie died.
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* Scots word meaning much, greatly, very
Ch 1: Her Death
Her death, the death of she who was so much a part of me that I rarely used her name in public and never in private, is the closest I can come to know the nature of my own death while still living and so to know the meaning of my own life. I am driven to write while the memory is still vivid.
My strongest memory throughout the four weeks since her death has been the light cheerfulness, the utterly relaxed warmth and loving exuberance of her whole being as she slipped into her bed, which I had been warming for her, for our last tender embrace – that final close exchange of breath and being which lasted perhaps a minute, perhaps less, and which ended more quickly than either of us wished because I did not want her to lose her drowsiness and sleep badly again. I left for my own bed in the next room where my snoring would not disturb her. We shouted, Goodnight everybody!
in strong American accents (a private joke) through the wall and then I slept – she didn’t.
The next morning I gave her tea in bed and we talked quietly – there was no sense of crisis, no warning. She was heavy from lack of sleep and would take a pill to break this restless cycle if she missed one more night. Breakfast, then off to work where the morning was active and relaxed – no premonitions, no sense of anything wrong – then home for lunch.
The house was quiet, perhaps too quiet (I am now not sure if that last thought occurred to me then or afterwards). Gloves, coat, scarf and jacket off – still no sound. That was unusual. Upstairs I saw the door of her room standing open – strange, it was quite cool in the hall and would normally be closed. I went in and saw her on the bed. For a mere instant I thought she was asleep, but then I knew without any doubt!
No. No. No! Oh NO! I was calling her name, shaking her, giving her four solid punch above her heart, then rapid firm presses with two hands for heart massage, clearing her tongue and the saliva, mouth-to-mouth breathing, heart massage, mouth-to-mouth ... I knew from the moment I saw her that life had ended too long ago for any of this to be effective, and yet I tried and tried and tried and cried and screamed and pounded the walls and called her name over and over – to have used her name I knew she must be dead, she must now be separate, gone.
I walked from room to room – no, no, No, NO! I returned to her body and held her, caressed her face and hair and felt the terrible pang of knowing how recently her dear life had ended (although several hours before) when I discovered that her back was still warm – so near and yet so far! There was nothing in that familiar but lifeless body, not a remnant of what or who I had known and loved, that tender spirit who I had touched, and who had touched me so deeply. There was no ‘presence’ in the room or in the house either. She was gone. It was vacuum.
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I called the authorities – a doctor and the police were sent. Back in her room I looked into the lifeless eyes, at the open mouth, at the expressionless countenance of death – I must take this in. I must. It will be too easy later to say, Oh, she has just gone on holiday and will be back again soon.
I stayed with her body until the police arrived and then the doctor. Each with great sensitivity and gentleness did and asked what they had to – foul play and suicide had to be ruled out, I knew, and I found myself reassuring the young policeman that I did understand why he had to ask me the questions he was so apologetically putting to me.
The police van arrived and the doctor left. I went upstairs to take my leave of her, for one last long look to convince myself that it was true. Her cardigan was a bit grubby, so I took it off – a futile gesture to the delicacy of her personal dignity which was no more. She was colder now. I kissed each cheek, her forehead and each hand – empty, stunned, vacuum, shock, nothing. Her body was taken away.
The phone rang. Is Junie not well James?
It was my next door neighbour. I am afraid she died this morning Marjorie.
Oh, James ... do you want to come in here?
No thank you Marjorie ... very kind ... I think I want just to be alone ...
I hung up. I want to be alone?! Want!!! I was alone, irrevocably, absolutely, utterly alone. More aimless house-walking, yelling to relieve the tension, roaring from within, knowing that nothing would, nothing could help, but yelling, nonetheless.
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I rang Rich, a ‘brother’ to the two of us for many years. He came straight around. Now someone close to us knew I realised there were others still closer – her mother and sister; in fact they were mother and sister to us both, for in embracing each other in affection we embraced our families too. How could I tell them? The news would crush her mother and, with her high blood pressure, could kill her sister. Phoning India was virtually impossible technically, a letter was out of the question, so a telegram was the only alternative, but who could I address it to, what could I say to ease the shock, to lessen the pain? It took more than an hour with Rich’s help to find the words. There is no way to tell a mother and sister that the person most dear to them in the world is dead, which does not sound harsh, abrupt, even obscene. Rich phoned through the telegram for me – by now I could hardly speak.
Tea, toast and honey ‘forced’ on me did revive me a bit. After a few more cups of heavily sugared tea I could face phoning my younger brother in Australia to ask him to tell the rest of the family. After a few words I could say no more, and Rich took over.
Rich spent the rest of the evening phoning all of our friends who only five weeks earlier had been at our wedding. What was the cause?
We will have to wait for the pathologist’s report.
Can I speak to James?
"He can’t speak