February 15 – 59: A Certain Age

by Susan Tweit

Susan and Richard

Photo credit Scott Calhoun

Since sometime last fall, I’ve been struggling to not succumb to a kind of low-level, background malaise that is uncharacteristic for me. I’m usually sunny, or at least resilient and optimistic.

But lately, I find myself close to tears at odd moments, or wrestling with a formless anxiety that seems to come from nowhere. I worry more. I feel insecure about the future. Where I have always been firmly decisive, now I second-guess decisions even after I’ve made them. Should I really have done that? Would it have been better to… 

Yet when people ask how I’m doing, I say “Fine.” I’m not. I just don’t know how to explain what’s wrong.

Life’s not always sunny. It’s natural to worry, to feel anxious and out-of-balance at times. But I’m sick of this. I want the old me back. And I can’t seem to will that to happen.

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The other day, while out for a walk, I realized what’s wrong.

It’s not me. It’s my age: I’m 59, the same age my late husband Richard was when he saw legions of birds on a hot August morning in 2009. Those bird hallucinations were the only major symptom of the brain cancer that would eventually kill him.

His 59th year was the beginning of the end of us, though we didn’t understand (or allow ourselves to admit) that reality for a long while.

So it’s no wonder that beneath the surface of my conscious mind, my subconscious is watchful, looping in a whirl of unease and anxiety. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for some unimaginably horrible thing to carve another hole in my heart.

The winter when Richard was 59, we had our first hint of the parting to come when he stayed in Colorado for his “radiation residency” while I led a writing workshop on Isla Espíritu Santo off Baja in subtropical Mexico.

I had planned the workshop as a decades-belated honeymoon that would take is to one of our dream destinations, a wild desert island surrounded by the azure blue waters of the Gulf of California.

And then came Richard’s bird hallucinations, the tumor, and the radiation treatment that couldn’t be delayed. I wanted to cancel the workshop; Richard was adamant that I needed to go.

Finally, he convinced me. Going to Mexico without my love was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. We had always traveled hand in hand.

Until that week when he was undergoing radiation treatment in snowy Colorado and I was camped on a beach in balmy Mexico, kayaking with sea turtles, snorkeling with sea lions, seeing the place we had dreamed about—without him. It was a foretaste of a solo existence I never wished for.

The dread of what Richard’s 59th year brought has apparently been lurking in my subconscious ever since, awakened once I reached that same age.

Now that I recognize the cause of my malaise, will it dissipate and lose its power? I don’t know. I do know why I am feeling so out of balance, so alert for the disaster my subconscious is sure is about to happen.

It’s comforting to remember that magical time on Isla Espíritu Santo. And to remember how Richard’s smile beamed bright as the Baja sunshine when he and Molly spotted me in the crowd at the airport on my return.

Most of all, it is deeply reassuring to remember the strong and sweet love that flowed between us even as his life headed around that bend to whatever’s next. When I feel the warmth of that love and his smile, I know it is possible to live happily and well, despite the hole his leaving carved in my heart.

Susan J. Tweit is a plant biologist turned award-winning writer and speaker. Her twelve books include the memoir Walking Nature Home, A Life’s Journey, hailed as a “must read” by the Denver Post. She speaks and teaches at conferences across the country—including Story Circle’s “Stories from the Heart” Memoir Conference—and has won the Colorado Book Award, the ForeWord Book of the Year Award, and the EDDIE for magazine feature writing, among others. She is passionate about healing this earth and we humans. 

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4 responses to “February 15 – 59: A Certain Age

  1. Lovely photo, Susan. Excellent thoughts. I love your guest posts, Linda. WTG!

    Writer Advice Managing Editor, http://www.writeradvice.com
    Author of YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT? Journaling for Caregivers & Author of TALENT
    blynngoodwin.com

  2. Very poignant and honest revelations that you have been willing to share.

  3. I recently turned 59 and this hit home. It is amazing where and how emotions live inside us. Thank you for this.

  4. Thanks for your words. I turned 62 yesterday and needed to read this to help me put things into perspective.

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