Still in the Dark

Yesterday was October 28th. Ten months since our son died. I wasn’t really aware of the date until today, but my body knew what day it was. I woke up early to take a friend to the airport. Returning home, I fully intended to begin my day, but a wave of weariness broke over me and all I could do was climb back into bed. I slept until nearly noon. For the rest of the day I felt as if I was walking through a viscous atmosphere without quite knowing why. It was an effort to pull myself together and go teach the class I am now leading two days a week. These teaching days anchor my week, give me a bit of a renewed purpose, and a chance to pass on a bit of my knowledge and experience to a new generation of image makers.

I teach a black and white darkroom lab at Venice Arts, a community organization that offers classes for young people in a variety of media arts: photography, filmmaking, animation, comics, story telling. I started volunteering, mentoring in a photography class in February  just to get out of the house and my head. I continued mentoring one day a week during the spring, and during the four-week summer session I upped my involvement to every day for a few hours. When the fall semester began I made the commitment to mentor (volunteer) in an ‘Old School’ photography class and the two darkroom labs for a total of three 3-hour stints every week. When the lead instructor of the two-day darkroom portion left to take a real job, they offered the position to me. I truly enjoy working with these young people teaching them both the basic skills and concepts of photography and the specific techniques for developing and printing black and white film. Yes, film. Those long plastic strips with all the tiny holes along the sides.

I began my photographic career right around the age of the kids I am working with this semester, and 50 years later there is still magic when I see a printed image start to appear as it develops under the red safelights. There is magic when I see them get excited about it too. There are a few that are really into it, have started to grasp the concepts and basics and apply them to their work. Jake was an accomplished photographer and printer who also began his darkroom ‘career’ around the same age, and working with these kids, somehow allows me to spend some time with him. I am not always conscious of his presence there, but knowing I might be sparking a lifetime of creative expression is something I think he would approve of.

I miss him terribly. Some days more than others. I don’t know what makes the difference. As I said, it is the most random things that spark the deeper sadness that pierces the gauzy veil between the light of my daily life and the dark room where my bottomless sorrow dwells. Every day brings a new dimension to this tragedy. I read a post somewhere where the writer made the distinction that it is his tragedy, our loss. To me it is our loss and our tragedy too. We took a trip to Phoenix this past weekend for a cousin’s 85th birthday party. Cousins who knew Jake from birth. We had a subdued Shabbat dinner on Saturday night, and I almost made it through the Kiddush. The last few words caught in my throat and I whispered them in the silence that surrounded the table. I am usually able to recite it now without breaking down. Recite but not sing. I cannot bring myself to sing. Anything. My muse has truly deserted me. Not only deserted me, but cursed me with an abiding sadness that shows no signs of abating. I haven’t picked up an instrument in months, although I did strum a uke briefly a while ago. There is so much memory wrapped up in that little instrument. Terry gave me one as a wedding present. I played it for Jake at bed time. I played it during our halcyon Hawaiian vacations. ‘Hanalei Moon’ was a family anthem. Now it lies silent. Stacked in my office along with the other dusty black cases that once brimmed with music. Tragedy upon tragedy, loss upon loss.

So I still stumble through that darkened room every day. I am beginning to learn where the furniture is. Like in the photo darkroom, I do many things by touch; I can’t always see what I am doing. I move slowly, cautiously, hands out groping forward. I still bark my shins on the coffee table from time to time, but less frequently. Sometimes I think I can perceive a glimmer of light, but mostly it is still very, very dark.





About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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10 Responses to Still in the Dark

  1. Rafael Benaroya says:

    My dear Ed: your eloquence of sorrow is so moving and penetrating . I do not know this pain nor can I understand it. When the 11th month is over and you are then guaranteed ( not by you or by anyone but by our faith) that Jake’s Neshama is in it’s best place, Please pick up your guitar and play one song.Start the process of healing of your Neshama . Ed: you are allowed then to be happy , sad and to find back all the feelings that you have lost . Do not feel guilty when you are happy. Jake would not want it any other way.
    I love you!

    • edcol52 says:

      Rafi- Thanks as always for your beautiful, heartfelt thoughts. Yes, I am sure I will play sometime again. Perhaps soon. Only time has the answer to those questions. Thank you for everything, dear friend.

  2. The heart has its own calendar. I understand.

  3. Raizel Schusterman-Jake's Hebrew School teacher says:

    Wow powerful stuff! I have such great memories of sweet,funny, smart, & entertaining Jake the little boy I knew! May you find some comfort and peace in your beautiful writings!

    • edcol52 says:

      Raizel- Thank you for the lovely thoughts. We both remember you and Nechemia so fondly. You were a big influence in Jake’s life (and ours). Remembering that sweet, funny, smart and entertaining Jake keeps his spirit alive. Thank you for stopping by. Best to your entire family.

  4. Carol says:

    I’ve learned through my own losses that giving words to feelings that don’t have definitions is a powerful part of the healing process. Keep giving them words.

  5. Our Jacob is gone four years and four months. He died and is buried in Jerusalem, the city he lived in and loved. My guilt is the most painful part of this terrible loss now. If I find a way to live with it in peace, I’ll write and tell you. So sorry for our beautiful boys. Love, Abot

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