For Sylvia, Three Months Late

At 84, she was mowing her lawn in a dress and sun hat. We often met each other halfway, in the middle of the side street that divided our properties. She swished her hips a little and let her arms swing, like a 10-year-old who couldn’t keep still.  She giggled, sighed and chatted. She wished she had been a striptease dancer, she once said. She scandalized the hair salon telling this same story.

At 90, when she could no longer mow the lawn, the broom became a constant companion. Each day, she swept her driveway, more for chance encounters with neighbors than a need for order. She leaned on her broom as life curved her spine into a comma.

At 94, she cursed her longevity. She outlived everyone except her children. That year, she let me inside her house. She had drawn the curtains against sunrises and sunsets, viewing time inside as fixed, loyal, complicit.

For the past 11 years, seeing Sylvia emerge from her house had signaled spring, like the peonies blooming in her backyard. It is now June and in recent weeks, different cars have parked in her driveway for several hours at a time, while piles of Hefty bags spread inside each trunk.

I learned today that she died in March. March.

The peonies in her backyard bow their heads in the cool air. From a distance, I watch, as Sylvia’s life is slowly extracted, carried in boxes and bags, a little at a time because grief takes over like anemia.

8 Comments For Sylvia, Three Months Late

  1. Julian Beach June 3, 2015 at 5:34 am

    Beautiful and heartrending.

    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Avatar photoMeg June 9, 2015 at 11:32 pm

      Thank you, Julian! I so appreciate your kind reading and words.

  2. Katey June 3, 2015 at 12:15 pm

    You pack so much into only a few words. I can picture her so clearly in my head…makes me feel that I know her. Rest in peace, Sylvia!

    1. Avatar photoMeg June 9, 2015 at 11:32 pm

      Awwww, Katey! Very grateful to see your comment.

  3. Dirae June 4, 2015 at 1:11 pm

    I liked reading about her life in flashes and glimpses. Sometimes that is all we ever get of a person. Thank you for writing this.

  4. innatejames June 4, 2015 at 4:28 pm

    When something like this happens it’s hard not to feel like a self-centered ass for not noticing. But imagine what our lives would be like if we were completely dedicated to everyone BUT ourselves. There’s a reason there was only one Mother Teresa.

    1. Avatar photoMeg June 9, 2015 at 11:36 pm

      Exactly, Nate. I felt like such an ass for not knowing. On the other hand, no one told us and I don’t like to read obituaries.


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