Just Come Pick Me Up

Bryn, the other author on this site, had to put one of her dogs down today. His name was Duncan, and he was deaf and blind. Despite his limitations, he could do tricks such as balancing on a ball. I can’t do that and I can hear and see. He was a marvel to watch, and he will be greatly missed by both of us. I haven’t lived in Portland for over a decade, but Duncan was part of my life back then, too. It’s hard to be in DC while she’s in Portland, but she’s not going through all this alone. Dave is with her and I’ll get to video call with her when she’s ready. I don’t want to intrude on her grief, and wanted to let you know what’s going on if you want to leave her a note. Having lost my mother, I do know that right now she’s probably not up for reaching out, but I’m trying to send her as much love as I can for when she’s ready to receive it.

I know that I’ve said that a woman irritated me because she said that she knew exactly how I felt about losing my mother because her cat had died. That was because I didn’t think the two things were comparable, not that I don’t have empathy for deep grief no matter what kind. I am not saying that it doesn’t hurt. I’m just saying that it’s different in scope, but the reaction is generally the same physically. Grief makes you weak, weepy, and lost in your own little world. That’s because trauma takes time to process and it’s a little while before the shock wears off.

When I get frustrated with a situation because I’m here and my friends are elsewhere, the line inside my head becomes “Jesus Christ. Just come pick me up.” I figure if anyone can displace time, space, and location he’s probably my best shot given the available options.

Right now I’m miserable because all I want is her- to comfort her and make sure she’s okay in the middle of a really hard situation. Most of the reason that I’m miserable is that I’m one of the people she’d turn to for love in a practical sense. Of course I can go to the grocery store. Of course I can sit here and listen for hours. Let it out. Of course we can sit next to each other and not say anything. Should I put on some relaxing banjo music so we can sit outside on the back porch and talk? I could install a swing…. probably the thing we both miss the most about The Big Yellow House because we had so many conversations there.

When Bryn and I have been at parties together, whether at The Big Yellow House or her parents,’ we become the social battery charging station, disappearing and generally making others wonder where we went. Because we are both ridiculously social right up until we aren’t, our conversations were a way to get away from all that having to be “on” bullshit. Not being introverted is a mask for both of us, and it’s because we are both Timeless Children. We live to please to avoid having to deal with conflict, so we call each other on conflict when we have it in a beautiful way. We are both re-parenting ourselves to be self-sustaining and it is beautiful to watch. We have a sweet, innocent, intense love that will never go away because our bond runs so deep. She was 14 and I was 19 when we met, so there’s pretty much nothing more pure than having someone you’ve known that long still in your life. I didn’t move to Portland to be with Bryn, but she was a large part of the package.

That’s because after I finished my first year of college, I left the day after classes ended to see what Portland had to offer. It was just a two week visit, but it was enough to convince me I’d be happy there and I went for two more summers to make sure. In ’97 was the More Light Conference (meeting of pro-queer Christians at Lewis & Clark), ’98 was billed as the “ordination of the century,” and ’99 was the wedding of the century. By then I was completely enmeshed. I just fit in without having to try so hard.

I met Kathleen shortly after, so I spent a couple summers with her instead of going to Portland, but we went together for an MLK holiday trip and it was a haul and a half from DC. We had a good time, and I wonder all the time what would have happened if Kathleen had gotten a job in the PNW…. and not for selfish reasons. Portland has a vibe where you really relax and she was wrapped way too tight. I also wonder all the time what would have happened if my beautiful girl had come to Portland, because when we were talking about it, she wanted to see Dana and me and drive down to Coos Bay. It’s a beautiful memory to create in my head with both of them. I love moonlit walks on the beach whether it’s romantic or not, and we’d be bundled up in sweatshirts and jeans even in August. Touching the water in the Pacific is not really advisable without a wet suit. I’ve lost the feeling in my feet every time. So, it would have been great in my mind to walk along with either one of them at a time where they could really let go and be themselves.

Even though it’s neither here nor there, those images make me happy. I don’t have bad feelings toward either one, and I often retcon the past with stories of what would have been nice so that I know what I want to do next time for the people in my life. Ways in which I can emotionally show up when I can’t afford to just book a plane ticket.

The other thing I really enjoy thinking about is the Pacific Ocean, because where I lived made me able to see Cape Disappointment and find my way back home.

To Duncan and Bryn.