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Those things that can’t be fixed

June 12, 2014 · Filed Under: People · Tagged With: family

shower rackShe often gave me soap, which sounds odd, but my godmother had a knack for finding gifts that I could use everyday. She was practical, providing me with lotions, mugs, reusable grocery bags, even a small countertop Christmas tree that has been my only seasonal decoration for the last decade.

This means, of course, that now that she is gone her memory sneaks up and shocks me, knocking the wind out of me and causing my eyes to burn with tears.

The soap is the most problematic, since every shower becomes a ruminative exercise at best and a weepy crisis at worst.

One bottle of “Cashmere Glow” body wash was left in the other apartment, the one I drive 160 miles to every few weeks in order to spend time with the man I love. On a weekend like most others – too short, too much driving, preparing to miss him long before I was gone, stomach pain trailing me like a nagging puppy – I squirted a handful of the smooth gel with the somewhat tawdry aroma into my hands and spread it on shoulders already drooping with sorrow.

When I put the clear bottle back on the shower rack I either used too much force or put it in the wrong place, because the entire contraption slid down the shower head, dropping half its contents on the floor of the tub.

I’m used to making messes, to my great disappointment. I’ve always wanted to be someone who could conquer her environment with neatness, who could enter a room without leaving such a wake of debris that my ultimate lack of control was revealed.

Annoyed, I pushed the rack back into place. I had to wipe my eyes before wiggling it against the wall to make sure it would hold. When I was certain that I had fixed it I gently placed all the jars and bottles back on its shelves.

As I turned around to rinse off I heard the rack crash down again. I knew exactly what it was, but turned around anyway to confirm. My heart broke open and the truth spilled out in a wail as I cried “I can’t fix anything! I can’t fix anything!”

I can’t fix anything.

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  1. claire bangasser says

    June 12, 2014 at 8:35 am

    What a precious post…
    Thank you.

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    • Margaret Felice says

      June 13, 2014 at 7:32 am

      Thanks, Claire.

      Reply
  2. art says

    June 12, 2014 at 9:02 pm

    Well I cannot express my thoughts in words on paper as well as I wish. I am gifted in fixing anything. I accept both. I focus on my strength and admire others strengths. No worries or no focus on my weaknesson. We all have them. Let it go! Maybe you did. There is kinda fixed. “be grateful; do good”

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    • Margaret Felice says

      June 13, 2014 at 7:32 am

      Thanks Art. The older I get the more I realize that “kinda fixed” is probably the best I can hope for. There’s real wisdom there.

      Reply

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