The Patron Saint of Just-Being Returns the Music: Everyday Magic, Day 892

In the two-plus years since our dear friend Jerry died, I’ve occasionally resumed my search for my Ipod mini, a little music player I loaded with songs I knew Jerry loved, and brought to him in the hospital as he was dying. While I was sure his siblings returned it to me to take home after his death, it seemed to have vanished the moment it was placed back in my hands. I emptied the catch-all kitchen desk drawer, looked in corners of closets, and even checked behind the washer and dryer where good socks go to die. Eventually, I forgot about it.

Jerry

In the two-plus months since our family has been upheavaled by Ken’s loss of a beloved job and journey to the next best thing, I’ve thought of Jerry often. He had an amazing ability to be present when the shit hit the fan, not get swept into drama, and stay long after dinner was over to listen to whoever needed to say anything. He did this with panache throughout my year-plus cancer treatment and surgeries, serving as a rock we could huddle on as the waves swept through. The most excited I saw him get was the night before one of my surgeries when he called to say he would be at the hospital the next morning with us. “But don’t you have to go to work?” I asked. “How can I go to work when this is happening?” he answered.

I also thought of him because part of how we’ve been navigating haphazard big waves is by chatting up the ancestors, of which he’s one, and asking for help, mostly in the form of greater clarity and peace with wobbly or disappearing ground under our feet. Because this particular turn of events is made of mystery, of which uncertainty is the byproduct, the biggest challenge is just being with what we don’t know. Jerry is the patron saint of just-being, a good teacher for me who tends to worship at the altar of over-doing.img_3166

Yesterday, Ken went to work at his new job, both of us thrilled that he landed in the best possible environment and position for his callings at this point in his life. The light in and around our home lighted up a few degrees, and sometime after his left for the office, I opened the cabinet above the toilet where we keep soap, floss, some vitamins, and things used rarely, such as our daughter’s make-up remover. There, right in the center of plain sight, was the Ipod mini in the pale blue gift bag that I put it in to bring to the hospital long ago. It was accompanied by the USB cord and the two sets of ear buds I put there also.

It makes sense that the goddess of lost things hangs out with the patron saint of just-being because how else can we find what we’ve lost than by truly dwelling in the emotional and other geographies of where we actually are? So now that the old music has returned, with enough ear buds for two, it’s time to get up and dance. Thanks, Jer.

 

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5 thoughts on “The Patron Saint of Just-Being Returns the Music: Everyday Magic, Day 892

  1. Caryn,

    This is so beautifully written – it brought tears to my eyes and gladness to my heart. Like you, I believe our “ancestors” and loved ones are always available to call on – or just listen to us kevetch, if that’s what’s needed.

    I’d love to share this on Facebook if that’s ok. Didn’t see a button to push, so guess I’d do a copy and paste?

  2. Thanks and below the piece is a button to share on Facebook or you can go to my post on Facebook and share that

  3. great post, great story, beautifully written as marilc22 observes. sorry to hear about the job loss (did I miss a post) but glad to hear of the new one! Though you are still younger than I, I know out of experience that the older we get, job losses wreck havoac in our lives and leave few pieces untouched both in our inner and outer worlds. Cancer too, though in different ways. And in my experience nothing is quite the same afterwards… or as naively held to and certainly not taken for granted. Blessings!

    1. I love you too, Charron, and someday, somewhere (might be a Bruce concert in Detroit or something else), we will get together again.

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