There should be a better word for the times between, times like almost in love, nearly retired, or soon to be a parent.

Or, the time after loss, such as when someone’s house is demolished by a tornado. We’ve got some words: shock, grief, sadness, bravery, determination but not much describes a continuum of not-there-ness that startles emotions unawares.

I didn’t lose a house but I wonder how it feels to reach for your radio dial and realize you don’t have a radio anymore or take a step to check the mailbox before it occurs to you the mailbox is not there.

It’s a gone-ness. It must hurt, not just once, not all at once, but often.


About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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