3 April 2020
One of the socially distant jobs for today is sorting out the mess behind the TV (see totally unedited photo which proves I never ever sweep there – Coronavirus take a bow for making this happen!).
While Simon sees no problem whatsoever with the tangled mass of power cables, my very very vague hint on OCD (really only a very passing glance at this compulsion), would like the cables curled and secured together. Neat and tidy ready for the next global crisis that leaves me time and the vague inclination to sweep there. Or we move house. Whichever comes first.
But there’s a reason I took one look at the mess behind the tv and raced for the phone to start writing the blog.
My brother-in-law Andrew died suddenly on Wednesday. He was a fit healthy 59yo who loved surfing, gardening, building stuff, music, and his family. Very definitely not in that order. He died while surfing and his death has driven immense shock waves through not only his immediate family but the masses of people who claimed him as friend and family.
The cables behind my TV represent the issues Beth and the family are dealing with now. Yes there are immediate issues to unravel – funerals in the world of the pandemic, legal and other issues which will have to be addressed.
But the other cords they need to slowly over time to unravel are the emotional cords that will always bind them to Andrew but need to be loosened and freed up, if you will, to maintain a clear and untangled connection to their lovely memories of the husband, dad, father-in-law and Grumpy they knew and still love.
I don’t know if it’s possible, but that is my prayer for them. And for us too.
If you’re a praying type of person, please keep Beth and the family in your prayers.
And clean behind your tv. Sort out those cords.