Day 6

I decided to postpone Day 5 for another day and moved on to Day 6.

Is that considered cheating?

I’m not one to follow the rules too closely anyway. Oops (Raaaaahh! What a rebel!)

Anyway.

Day 6 asks about a favorite person and how long I’ve spent apart from them.

I was attracted to this one particularly because it made me pause to consider things. Like who is my favorite person? Snap-second decision would have me answering my dad, or my best friend, or maybe even my cat (This requires an entirely separate post altogether but we’ll get to Johnny in due time). How do you decide if that person is your favorite anyway? Is there like a checklist? Or do you just feel it deep down in your bones? A gut feeling?

I feel like I’m over-thinking this now (I probably most definitely am, right?).

I think deciding on a favorite (especially if it’s a person) isn’t as black and white as people think it is. Off the top of my head, I could already name more than 5 people I’d consider my favorite; all for different reasons, different stories, different qualities that I love about them. They don’t fit a specific checklist and some of them are as different from the other as night and day.

But just to finish this ramble, let me name one.

My grandmother is one of my most favorite people in the world. When I was very little and my parents were still new at the whole parenting thing, she’d stay up late to hold me till I slept, and I never cried when I was in her arms. She always smelled like flowery perfume and baby powder and she hated my cats (except Johnny, of course). I’d sneak into her room in the middle of the night to play my video games and she was the only person I’d watch horror movies with. When my parents would yell at me, I’d run to her and she’d always take my side; she’d glare at my dad and demand to know what he did to make me cry. I fucking loved her.

She passed away when I was 15, 6 years ago and I’ll never forget the day she died. I woke up and my dad was whispering to me that she had passed in her sleep and I cried until I couldn’t anymore.

If I was to answer the prompt, then I’d say that I was apart from her the moment she died (6 years ago), but if I think further then it’s not really that true. Though she’s no longer physically with me, she’s still a constant presence in my thoughts and in my heart. All the memories that I had with her continue to prevail and as long as I remember her, and other people remember her, then she’s not really very far away.

I think we determine the time we spend apart from someone. If we really didn’t want to be apart, then we’d find a way to be close to them, to be with them again. Even if it’s through a phone call, or just keeping them on our mind. People are only as far apart as they allow themselves to be.

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