{"id":323,"date":"2013-10-28T12:56:02","date_gmt":"2013-10-28T12:56:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=323"},"modified":"2014-01-22T11:09:08","modified_gmt":"2014-01-22T11:09:08","slug":"healing-from-loss-a-mackerel-sky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/healing-from-loss-a-mackerel-sky\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing from Loss: A Mackerel Sky"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cIt\u2019s a mackerel\"Robin<\/a> sky,\u201d says my friend Fullis. \u201cIt means the weather\u2019s about to change.\u201d She bops up and down as I shuffle from side to side to keep warm and to keep in the sway of the music.<\/p>\n

Today is the annual Cancer Resource Center of the Finger Lakes<\/a> Walkathon. A week ago I pushed myself to sign up when I learned that Fullis and her husband would be walking. Last year I\u2019d just given money and stayed home. But things are changing now.<\/p>\n

I have started a last combing through of my manuscript. All week I sat around turning chapter 12 into chapter 1 and scouring the first third of the book for places to improve.
\n\u201cYour manuscript is never done,\u201d say my writer friends. It is true. I could rewrite the book for the rest of my days. But it’s time to focus on finding an agent.
\nWhen I write, I relive my times with my daughter. I feel the tremendous hope we held until the very end. I soar with the small victories. I reach back into the almost three years in and out of hospitals, and Marika is with me once more. Then comes chapter 11. The loss flattens me. Again and again.<\/p>\n

The two-mile walk around Cass Park to benefit our local Cancer Resource Center is a good distraction. There are thousands out here on this cold damp day. People wear pinks, reds and turquoise. Some wear photos of their lost ones pinned to their chests. There are children and dogs in costumes. Survivors pose together for pictures, and high school cheerleaders and musicians line the route. A friend of my daughter\u2019s calls out to me. Two people I know only on Facebook say hello.
\nFullis, her husband, and I walk our usual fast hikers\u2019 pace and soon we are near the end of the walk. In my head I am already inside of chapter 8. In that chapter, Marika is in remission and we are in a race against time to get her stem cell transplant when she announces that she can\u2019t have the transplant until after her concert. I can hardly wait to get back.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you ever feel like your daughter is with you?\u201d asks Fullis. I look at the dogs in costume, at my feet on the gravel path, at the changing colors of the landscape. I look anywhere but at my friend as I fight back tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t get me started,\u201d I say as my eyes finally find the already fading mackerel sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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