I am enormously grateful to Kelly. This
year for Christmas, she gave me The Fault
in our Stars, with a note that a writer could not possibly better capture
Lindsay, me, cancer, loss, and love. Upon
completion, I felt grateful to John Green for writing such a relatable and
poignant story. One particular page
seemed apt to share today:
"I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a
mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.
There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course,
there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a
million.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded
set. I want more numbers than I’m likely
to get. But my love, I cannot tell you
how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and for that, I’m grateful."
Lindsay's life was a limited collection of infinities. Many, many times a day,
I see a sign of LAR. Something that
triggers a memory- like Billy Joel blaring in the CVS, a giraffe tee
prominently featured in the window of an Elmwood boutique (obviously
purchased!), one of her favorite quotes scrawled on the wall in a dive bar in
Cambodia. And each time I feel her in
that moment, I am adding digits to our numbered days. She’s commanding a presence in my everyday
through fate and fortune. Adding depth, color, and relevance to one of the
memories of her I cherish. As I’m sure many of us feel today, I am grateful to
LAR everyday for the infinities she left behind for each of us.
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