The infinite hug

Tonight I said the “official” goodbye to my spoon—after tonight, she will no longer be a Lincolnite. In saying goodbye to her, as I discussed in an earlier post, I kind of also say goodbye to the peer group that has been my second family for the past several years. I feel mollified that we have several reunions slated for later this summer and in the fall, and some of these events are pretty much set in stone—i.e., our attendance is absolutely requisite. I like the formality of these events; it makes me feel certain that we will indeed all be back together again, and relatively soon. Still, though, it’s the end of an era. The gang is breaking up.

I thought I would more of a sodden mess tonight, honestly. I anticipated and patiently waited for the waterworks to come gushing forth. Our last stop of the night was a bar that we often frequented during our program. Near the end of the night I was spacing out, thinking about the various times we’d been together there. It hit me that it was entirely possible that we would never all be there together again, that this was the last time, this was it. I felt the familiar sting of salty water in my eyes as I stared into my drink. Then someone caught my attention to ask me a question, and the moment was gone. That was the closest I got to sodden tonight.

I think I’m protecting myself by not fully allowing myself to experience my sadness yet tonight. I feel like maybe that’s okay. I expect that it will come in fits and starts over the weeks and months to come. I will feel it when I hear a certain song and think about singing it (horribly off-key!) in Boston in a taxicab. I will feel it when I read something about help-seeking or men’s studies and want to talk about the theory behind it all in person. I will feel it when I roll my eyes at Karl Rove’s latest, when I watch Glee, or when I have a question about a kids’ ability to talk. I will feel it at times I don’t expect. I will feel it.

I actually feel it a little bit more now, now that I’m giving myself space to process all of this. My initial reaction: Ah, crap! My next reaction: ah, there you are, sadness. I’m so glad you are here. I've been waiting for you. You are a part of me and of being human and I need you right now. Welcome.

At the end of the night my spoon commented that when she hugs someone, she is never the first person to let go. She joked that if she ever got into a situation where the other person was also inclined to hold on, they could be stuck in an infinite hug. I liked the imagery that came into my mind; myself wrapped in a never-ending hug with her, and with all of them….not physically, of course, but spiritually. And so that is how I’m going to hold on to them as we all move forward: a picture of us all wrapped in an infinite hug that transcends time and space. This is by far the most comforting thought I’ve had today. Thank you, my friends, for giving me something to hold onto.