Huffington Magazine Issue 88 | Page 28

Voices the alarm is set to radio, therefore he’s dead and time is linear after all. Your mind veers toward the surreal these days. This person who was Here is Gone, and it’s not much of a leap to think other seemingly impossible things may occur. But there’s no time to delve into that, the dogs need to get outside; you’ve got to be at work at 8:15. Stumble into your sweats and take the dogs around the block. Or let them take you. They are big and unruly, and they were your husband’s — you only agreed to let him get them because he promised that you could be the fun parent. At home, it’s a quick shower, go-to clothes, and breakfast. You’ve forgotten to buy dog food again, so it’s Grape-Nuts for the three of you. Suddenly, everyone’s oldfashioned. You’re 29, and most of your friends aren’t married. You’d never been interested in marriage in the abstract, but you’d fallen in love young, and stayed that way, and decided to make it official. Being married hadn’t changed things much, until now, when it’s not only that this person you ELIZABETH SCARBORO HUFFINGTON 02.16.14 loved is dead, but that your husband is dead, which registers to the world differently. Meaning, it might as well be 1950, the way people worry for your future. Your next door neighbor Rivka, who, to be fair, is 70, but who is also a staunch feminist, wants you settled. It’s been less than a month but she’s trying to marry you off to her caregiver Mark. “He can take you on drives in the Your mind veers toward the surreal these days. This person who was Here is Gone, and it’s not much of a leap to think other seemingly impossible things may occur.” country,” she says. Mark, who sells T-shirts out of his van, shifts uncomfortably. You’re all out on the sidewalk, squinting in the morning sun. Rivka leans in close. “A young widow quickly becomes an old widow,” she says. There’s Rivka, and then there are the 12-year-olds at school. Teaching used to wear you out, and now it’s the daily seven-hour vacation from your life. You stumble toward the building with your