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A Jar of Mayonnaise, Laughter and Tears

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How can a jar of mayonnaise move me to tears? Let me try to explain. I am two finals from my Bachelor’s degree. Thirty years in the making while having six children, ending a bad marriage after 26 years only to find the love of my life and having to relinquish him in death. Finishing…anything…well…has eluded me for decades. It used to be so important to me. Now, the closer I am to completing my degree, the more of a non-event it becomes. Filtering life through death will do that. I’m also 51 years old and I still feel love for a dead man. The kicker is I’m a Psychology major and aspire to be a counselor. I confess I’ve not had the emotional reserve to contribute much to my on-line support groups lately. I’ve been functioning more as a voyeur. I easily become lost in cyber-world connections because I am immeasurably grateful and needy of the instant family of support that unites us all.

So back to the story.

I finally have time to make tuna-fish and I grab a jar of mayo out of the pantry. I bought it from the warehouse store so it’s a big one. I decide I should check the expiration date and I feel the tears come. That is one of the many love things Dennis always did for me.

As a full-time student and a single Mom consumed by life and other no need to mentionables, time is a resource I never have enough of. Dennis went through my pantry once and found things 3 years old (gasp) and made it a mission of his to keep me healthy by keeping my pantry current. So, I start to open the jar, but it’s too big for my hands. I can’t do it. I blubber as I curse him for checking out on me. And as I’m sobbing, aching from the anguish I’ve been stifling as I go through the motions of life, missing the arms and warmth and protection of my guy, I’m also laughing and irate at how grief is just so relentless in every nuance of my life.

Part of me wants to be angry at the menace of grief, but another part of me treasures the thoughts that are both painful and the most loving at the same time. This is what grief does. Sometimes I think the pain lingers because I don’t want to lose all the memories. I just don’t want to lose any more. The mayonnaise jar moves me to tears of happiness because he loved me so. So tenderly, so-just-right-for-me. The mayonnaise jar moves me to tears because I don’t have him anymore ~just the memories~ of the love he gave me.
I was able to open the jar, remember to check the date and continue on amidst laughter and tears.
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5 thoughts on “A Jar of Mayonnaise, Laughter and Tears

  1. It’s a beautiful thing, to be moved to tears and appreciation at the same time because of the love you experienced and still carry. That said, I almost cried when I thought you used Miracle Whip. Stick with the mayo, the appreciation and memories. Cheers and good thoughts to you.

  2. The emptiness the well regret the turmoil of heart bleeds, captured in the cyclical pinning down of that memory base which resides unmercifully at the top of the spine.
    Its not there that his consciousness dwells the man you would so keep, he is silent now somewhere with out the projection of life to awake.
    But still that motor runs which inside you projects from pain, and even so this pot of jam bread or mayonnaise.
    The memory is not him, define it there, in objection he will not leave.
    Relive him there once again and true your heart will bleed.
    Let him be still in your stillness do not define his passing for you do not know where even you stand, so how much more do you not know the illusion of death.

    Russell

      • haven’t got to be successful, you don’t have to find something to do, there’s no need to replace anything, you don’t need to look out for some one, nobody needs your help. The ground you think you have gained is no such ground at all, its momentum belongs to the Ego.

        That is the painful, painful duty one bares responsibility for, the Ego. Honesty is crushed by it and so pain and suffering accumulate unnoticed until they are trapped in memory. long-suffering records played over, who needs all that responsibility? your free “here catch the keys and let yourself out.”

        No matter what has happened the Heart knows how to love, that pain is the constriction the mind and the Ego wrap around it , when it is embedded in their darkness one can feel it breaking to get out, as if the whole ship will overturn……………. let it.
        .
        Bless you

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