Where Did Two Years Go?

“So, your Holiness, now your priests are dead, and I am left alive. But in truth it is I who am dead, and they who live. For as always, your Holiness, the spirit of the dead will survive in the memory of the living.”

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The Persistence of Memory

It’s been two years since I last posted. A lot has happened in the world over that time, but you already know that. You’ve lived it. You’re living it. You will continue living it until you realize this will always be with us, if only as a memory.

There are some who believe that every generation has a “moment” they live through that defines them, that defines us as a world. And while there were events such as WWI, the Great Depression, and WWII that affected most nations and peoples simultaneously, they were not as indiscriminate as the current epoch we’re still groping our way through as blind as bats. I, for one, would like to know who our one-eyed man is today.

To be fair, we’re still knee-deep in this shitstorm. I can’t reconcile where I’ve been over these two years or what the hell has happened. I’ve stopped writing; this is my first non-work-related writing since the proverbial candles went out in Toronto that fateful day in March. I haven’t seen my book club in person for more than 100 weeks. I’ve lost more than 30 pounds. I’ve spent solid time in two hospitals, seen a lot of wasted bodies, and been witness to cruelty I’ve not seen or heard previously.

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The Guns of August

And yet…I’ve also seen the best of humanity firsthand in our nurses, doctors, and countless other medical professionals and hospital staff. In my family members and friends. In random acts of kindness. In small, meaningful gestures that have not gone unnoticed. I have a new appreciation for art. I cherish the dark of morning and the solace which music brings with it. Texting or chatting online is no longer a lame substitute for calling or seeing someone in the flesh. Two years into this sociological mindfuck I’ll take what I can get when it comes to human “contact.”

Teaching Our Children the Value of Hope - You are Mom

Nonetheless, despite all the negativity we have been inundated with for hundreds upon hundreds of days, I still have hope. I have not given up. Or as someone so wisely once said, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” Never before have I had such hope that the Leafs could actually win the Stanley Cup. That Team Canada will qualify for the World Cup of Rugby next summer in France. That everyone I love will make it through this hiccup in time with a few nicks and bruises, but otherwise stronger for the experience.

As Wally Lamb once wrote, “I know this much is true.”



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6 responses to “Where Did Two Years Go?

  1. hyunkyung7

    I’m glad you started writing again, and I love this piece. As you said, we will make it through this hiccup in time!

  2. Tiffany

    Looking forward to your thoughts on writing. Keep up the great work, It’s very much appreciated. Keep on keepin’ on!

  3. Samantha Sandbrook

    Loved reading this, Rich. Very poignant.
    I have very little left inside to create – although I’m still mindlessly doing commissions. But new ideas are hard to access or develop. Here’s hoping that we can all get a little spark of hope back ! Hope you post more too.

    • Thank you for the kind words, Samantha. And yes, here’s to hoping against hope. For what it’s worth, your website still shines brightly and is a virtuosic reminder that your art lies safely entrenched within your own weathered spirit…

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