The Widow's Corner: Ten Things
Terry Ratner, RN, MFA | Jul 8, 2013, 6 a.m.
Terry Ratner’s son passed away at the age of 25 in a motorcycle accident.
These are 10 things only you know now.
One: He joked that he would die young. You imagined 90 to 100. But “young” ended up meaning 25.
In the memory book the funeral home gave you, there was a page to record his exact age in years, months and days. You added hours, you even added minutes, because you had that information. Even though you weren’t there on the exact moment of death, you had the police report which stated the time of the accident. You also later obtained the autopsy which recorded the exact moment of resuscitation and the time when the nurses and doctors gave up and pronounced him officially to be dead.
Now, when thinking about his life, it seemed to you that minutes were so very important. There was that moment right after the phone call that you begged for 15 more minutes. You would’ve traded anything, everything, for just one more second, for the speck of time it would have taken to say his name, to hear him say “Mom.”
Later, when you thought about it, because there was so much time to think, too little time, too much time—time was just one more thing you couldn’t make sense of anymore, you wondered why he told you he was going to die young. The first time he said that, you playfully punched his arm.
“Do not say that,” you said. “Don’t ever say that again.” But he said it another day and another and lots of days after that. And you punched his shoulder every time because it was bad luck, bad mental energy, but you knew he’d say it again.
Two: He was the little man around the house. When something broke, he could fix it. This began when he was 6 or 7. He’d receive a new watch for his birthday and within days dismantle it. You’d walk into his room and see tiny metal pieces scattered on a square of cardboard. And, yes, that watch would be ticking soundly and keeping time after it was methodically put back together.
The dark wood cabinets in the kitchen were slammed closed by a family of four. It didn’t take much for a hinge to loosen or for the door to be cocked to one side. All you did was quietly say his name and ask him to bring his tools and repair it to a working state. One time, he had been summoned twice in one week to fix the same cabinet. He’d turn to you, wave his forefinger, as if he was the father, and scold you for being careless.
Three: You remember sitting on his bed with him for hours waiting for his dad, your ex-husband, to pick him up for the weekend. There he was, staring out his window, his small duffle bag next to him in front of the door, watching for the familiar car to pull up to the cul-de-sac. You both waited on his blue comforter, watching the outside shadows grow longer and an orange sun lowering in the western sky. He cried the last hour and asked you, “Where is Dad?” Your eyes became moist and you didn’t know what to say except that you both loved him very much.
Four: He once had magical powers. When he was 12, you could shuffle a deck of playing cards, and then pull one card out from the middle of the deck, concentrate on the number and suit while he closed his eyes and he’d identify the card each time. So you decided to find out if his powers of concentration stretched into answering questions he would know nothing about. You asked him, “What street did I live on when I was a child from the age of 4 to the age of 8?” Your eyes closed as you concentrated on the short four-letter word, never giving him a hint as to what it might be. After a silence of about 2 minutes he replied, “Bell” and you jumped up from the kitchen chair and clapped. Of course, you never took advantage of his special gift, except the one time you let him choose the numbers for a lottery ticket and won $50 for the family.
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