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Mar. 10th, 2007 07:14 pm[The following are notes I made this morning while reading Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking.]
Sometimes I worry because it is likely that Sharon will die before Ciro, and when Ciro dies there will be no one to take care of me. He thinks I will not need this; he thinks I will die first, but I can't because of his dream. Maybe if we have sons instead of daughters.
We are both terrified of each other's death. When I imagine his, I assume it will be sudden and catastrophic, some accident, some consequence of his being brave and confident and not careful enough. He assumes that mine will be lingering, a fragility of the body, some way in which I failed to take proper care of myself because I am stubborn or blythe and too caught up in the life of the mind.
These are the things we love about each other.
Sometimes I worry because it is likely that Sharon will die before Ciro, and when Ciro dies there will be no one to take care of me. He thinks I will not need this; he thinks I will die first, but I can't because of his dream. Maybe if we have sons instead of daughters.
We are both terrified of each other's death. When I imagine his, I assume it will be sudden and catastrophic, some accident, some consequence of his being brave and confident and not careful enough. He assumes that mine will be lingering, a fragility of the body, some way in which I failed to take proper care of myself because I am stubborn or blythe and too caught up in the life of the mind.
These are the things we love about each other.
