Turkey and Mashed Potatoes
My brother Jimmy died in the summer of 2001, and my brother Danny followed him just a month later. Jim’s birthday, November 22, sometimes fell on Thanksgiving Day, and so Thanksgiving and the days leading up to it remind me and my family of Jim. Below is an excerpt from “The Jim and Dan Stories,” the book I wrote chronicling the grief process in the first 6 months after losing my brothers, titled “Thanksgiving.”
The leaves are falling as fast as the words in my head are spilling onto paper. A squirrel scampers by and a sense of urgency fills the air. I must get this all down. Tie this together. I must think harder to recover memories of Danny and Jim that I can lavish in. I have an impatience to do it all now. Death is a real motivating force. It teaches us that we don’t have forever. Understanding our own mortality is an opportunity, urging us to re-set priorities.
After seeing death close up, it’s hard to write shopping lists or want to sweep the floor. I want to keep writing checks to The Salvation Army with Dan’s name on them, keep pasting Jim’s weather pictures into colorful books. I want to meditate on death and be of service to others.
It’s almost Thanksgiving and my family will gather together at my brother Joey’s house in Hanover, Massachusetts. “Jimmy always brought the mashed potatoes,” Joey’s wife Nancy said with tears in her eyes when she and Joey passed through here with Dan’s cat Winslow. Jimmy never missed a holiday gathering, a family birthday party, a basketball game his daughter was playing in, or any family event, which I know will make his absence on Thanksgiving even harder for my family to bear.
When Jimmy was visiting me in Virginia this past July, he talked about his machine shop job and even that metal milling machine, the one that would kill him (I should have been taking notes). He also talked light-heartedly about a lone wild turkey that would visit the bird feeder outside the shop where he worked. A wild turkey is a rare thing where Jim lived, and it was probably the first time he saw one. After Jim died, I was at his house looking through some photographs he had taken. I saw a close-up of a turkey at a bird feeder and knew it was the one! I looked up “turkey” in an animal totem book and learned that the turkey represents a give-away, a sacrifice, or a gift, to Native Americans. I couldn’t help but look at the turkey and see an omen in it, or at least a good totem for Jim.
A turkey would be a great totem for Jim for another reason. His birthday was November 22 and would sometimes fall on Thanksgiving, as it will this year. I remember as a girl “Jim’s birthday on Thanksgiving” was the only time I was not interested in cake, not after all the turkey and fixings! I was always confused back then about why his birthday wasn’t always on Thanksgiving.
The words are winding down (for now) as memories of past Thanksgivings drift through my mind. Like a favorite dream I am trying to reconstruct, I superimpose those memories over the harsh reality, which is this: There are empty chairs at the table this year, and never has emptiness been so concrete.
Post Note: Blogger friend, Naomi, from Here in the Hills recently posted her personal and moving account of the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated, also on November 22, that ties into her life in the theatre.
November 25th, 2005 10:15 am
Morning Colleen, in from Michele’s today. I enjoy your writing even though they sometimes bring tears to the eyes and bring back painful memories. I’ll have to get a copy of your book about your brothers.
November 25th, 2005 11:15 am
That was incredibly beautiful. I’d be interested in a copy of your book. I’m a fellow Virginian.
Here from Michele’s.
November 25th, 2005 11:38 am
Carmen and Sage, The book can be ordered via my website http://www.silverandgold.swva.net. (link on my sidebar). The site also includes reviews, my bio, updates and more. You can also order directly through me….address on the website. It is sold locally in the Massachusetts town where I come from and here where I live in Virginia. Thanks for asking.
November 25th, 2005 4:23 pm
Your posts are always beautifully written. I am sorry about your brother’s tragic death, followed by another loss in your family. Sending Spanish sunshine your way.
November 25th, 2005 7:20 pm
Jeeze, but holdiays sure do make our losses much more intense. I wrote about our grandmother, and you wrote about our brother’s. Good post Col.
November 25th, 2005 8:15 pm
That’s so sad. I’ve got to get a copy of that book…….I hope you & your family had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Be careful with that turkey! Mom just tolded me it’s got a sleepin drug in it! She shoulda tolded me afore….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
November 26th, 2005 9:42 am
Writing about them must have been such therapy for you. How wonderful to have all of these thoughts down on paper to draw comfort from when grief creeps up on you.
November 26th, 2005 11:52 am
Very moving material brought to life by your excellent ability to parlay thoughts into words. Much of the pain I have suffered at the loss of family is found in my poetry. We find solace in many ways with words being among the best.
November 26th, 2005 12:02 pm
How moving.
My little sister was born on November 22. When I read things like this, it makes me remember to be thankful that she is in my life.
November 26th, 2005 10:43 pm
Hadn’t known that about the turkey. An extraordinary totem….
November 28th, 2005 5:44 pm
My Grandmother passed away this past saturday. I will always remember that day as we approach the Thanksgiving holiday.