{"id":462,"date":"2014-03-17T10:07:07","date_gmt":"2014-03-17T14:07:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=462"},"modified":"2014-03-18T09:09:11","modified_gmt":"2014-03-18T13:09:11","slug":"middle-ground-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/middle-ground-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"The Middle Ground of Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Robin<\/a>After I finished my son\u2019s chocolates I started on the microwave popcorn in the pantry. When all six bags of the popcorn were gone I found cookies in the freezer. Riveted in front of the television, I ate recklessly. For the whole week.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow can you lose an airplane?\u201d I asked the TV screen that glowed maps of islands and oceans with red arrows.<\/p>\n

On the third day of the missing Malaysian Airlines Flight 370, CNN News aired a gathering of the passengers\u2019 family members. That\u2019s when it hit me: 239 people were lost. Not just a plane. In the crowd, a man cried out for his son. Even in Chinese, I knew the anguish. It transported me back to the days just before my daughter\u2019s death, when I waited and wished for a miracle.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiddle ground,\u201d my sister had explained in those first days of March 2011, \u201cis a place somewhere in between knowing that you\u2019re winning the war and when you get those first inklings that you\u2019re gonna lose. It doesn\u2019t mean anyone\u2019s giving up. But it\u2019s a first step toward that end, an end that no one is ready to acknowledge.\u201d The miracle didn\u2019t come. I hovered over the hospital bed to memorize my daughter\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

By the sixth day, I was tuning into the TV first thing upon waking and every other hour until bedtime. Between Lost and Found is the sweet time when people hold onto threads of hope that stretch thinner with each passing minute. The eighth day I prayed it was a terrorist hijacking. Maybe the passengers were hostages somewhere in Kazakhstan?<\/p>\n

Lost is not knowing one\u2019s whereabouts, unable to find one\u2019s way. Lost means something has vanished. One can be lost forever. But there is a certain finality to being found. Once found, what you thought you lost turns into a welcome event. Or it is truly lost, cannot be recovered. And hope is yanked away completely.<\/p>\n

It is Monday, the eleventh day. I mindlessly eat a bowl of leftover tiramisu in front of the TV as the mystery of Flight 370 continues. I crave sweetness and still wait, along with the family members of the lost passengers, wishing for a miracle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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