Moments of Grace, The Gas Station

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”

~Albert Einstein

On a Sunday afternoon in August I received the worst news a mother could hear. My 22 year old son Nicholas had taken his own life.

I could write about that phone call, about when I fell through the earth, about our handsome son’s history, that little four year old who once asked: “Daddy, what is chaos?” And after listening to his father’s explanation replied, “Yeah. That’s what I like!”

I could write about our family, what I and everyone might have done differently and I could  describe my obsessive need to piece together his final days, to understand each event that led up to that moment when he decided he could take no more.

But not today. Because at times, almost simultaneously, pushing through the haze and waves of my grief are these incredibly powerful and healing experiences that I just can’t ignore. These are the stories I plan to share in this series of blog posts called Moments of Grace.  (I took the title from a piece called Fortitude that I wrote in 2010, strangely enough, and used as my first post on this blog.)       ~Anna

The Gas Station

Image: Anna Marie January
Image: Anna Marie January

It was a particularly difficult morning for me, less than a month after I lost my son. I was feeling weighed down by debilitating exhaustion, a common companion to the shock and disbelief one experiences in the aftermath of traumatic events, I’m told. Faced with what seemed a monumental task–I headed out to put gas in my car.

While I stood there waiting for my tank to fill, I noticed, kitt

y-corner to me on the other side of the island, an elderly woman sitting in an older model white sedan. Her back seat was filled to the roof. She was a large woman, her movements slow and labored as she stood up and maneuvered around and in-between the car door and island. She wore a light blue hat with a dollar bill tucked into the fold.

We greeted each other with a “Good morning.”   I then said something that surprised me, probably as much as it did her!

Me: “You know when you’re feeling really bad? Sometimes if you do something for someone else, it helps you feel a little better?”

She looked at me and nodded yes.

Anna Marie January's son, Nick
Anna Marie January’s son, Nick

Woman: “Did you lose someone too?”

Me: (Wow) “Yes, my son.”

Woman: “I’m so sorry. I just lost my sister. What was your son’s name?”

We briefly exchanged the relevant information and condolences.

Me: “You may think this is strange, but the reason I said that earlier is because I’d like to fill your gas tank, if you’ll allow me to.”

Woman: “Really? Thank you! (Laughed) You must have noticed the pillows and blankets back there–I’m on dialysis and have to bring those with me to get comfortable. Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sure. Let me finish up here and I’ll come over and put my credit card in.”

We stood by her car and talked. I learned that she had lost many of her family members, including siblings, but was particularly close to this sister. Perhaps she recognized something in me, having experienced so much loss herself?

Woman: “When did your boy pass?”

Me: “About 3 1/2 weeks ago…”

Woman: “That’s right around the time my sister passed.”

Me: “It was August 23rd.”

Pause.

Woman:  (She almost whispered) “It was a Sunday.”

Me: “Yes. It was.”

Woman: “That’s the day my sister passed!”

Much longer pause…

With the tears that had been welling up in our eyes over the course of the conversation flowing freely now, we held each other. We were two perfect strangers with broken hearts, yes, but we had so much more in common. So there we stood–hugging and crying on a September morning at the Chevron Station. It was magic, really.

We said goodbye, and as she walked slowly toward the mini mart she called out “Now I can buy some food for my kitties!”

So my theory was correct.  I was feeling more than just “a little better.” I remain grateful and awed by our “chance” encounter.

~ Anna Marie January

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Anna Marie January
Anna Marie January

Anna Marie January is an artist who is fascinated by the stories humans tell, and by the countless ways they find to tell them.  In 2015 she began pairing sculptures with paintings. She enjoys working with both figurative and abstract forms, and feels this creates a balance of energy in her work.  As Anna explores the human condition, and beyond, with her art, she hopes to capture moments that viewers recognize, like fleeting thoughts or memories just out of reach.  View her gallery at www.annamariejanuary.com.

Moments of Grace, The Gas Station, is the first of a series of Moments of Grace essays by Anna Marie January on her blog, Hexagons and Hummingbirds, about the incredibly powerful and healing moments she has experienced following the loss of her son.

Moments of Grace, The Gas Station

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