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Leslie
died on a February morning, leaving Doug feeling colder inside than
the frigid arctic air outside his bedroom window. For months after
her death, he functioned mechanically in a world that seemed
meaningless and empty.
They'd been married for twenty-seven years.
She'd been beautiful when he first met her with big, dark, dancing
eyes and curly auburn hair. She reminded him of a young
thoroughbred. She'd been energetic and playful and yet graceful and
unconsciously elegant at the same time. He, at twenty- six, felt
like a man of the world in the company of this vibrant girl-woman.
They married within a year after meeting and moved to a New England
city where the rewards of his promising career as an engineer began
to materialize as planned. They purchased a stately Victorian
complete with a victory garden and had a son within their first two
years together. Their life proceeded in a normal and satisfactory
fashion. She was involved in community projects, as well as in the
lives of her family and friends. He was engaged in the earnest
pursuit of financial security and social respectability and was
reasonably content.
Doug can't describe his inner life before
Leslie’s death without sounding vague and hazy. "Leslie was
the one with the inner life. She had so many interests and felt
great passion about people and ideas. I just sort of moved through
my life calmly and methodically. My life had an order and, in
retrospect, a sterility to it. She was by far much more interesting.
She was the messy one. Everyone loved her."
Doug came to eventually recognize after
Leslie’s death how insulated his life had been. He'd had
acquaintances with whom he worked, socialized, and played golf, and
yet not a single person other than Leslie had ever truly known him.
He'd been somewhat numb for the first few months after the funeral,
but then was confronted with a despair that threatened to overwhelm
him. "Leslie was my best friend --the only person in the world
I had ever allowed myself to need, and she was gone. I truly felt
that I had nothing to live for. I’d heard that it’s common for
someone to die within a year after their spouse; well, I was ready,
and yet, damn, I was too young. We were supposed to grow old
together, and I hadn’t even reached retirement age. I felt so
heavy from my grief, I could barely move my body. I was walking
around like an old man."
Doug suffered profoundly and in silence. One
day Marty, a co-worker who had for years been trying to talk Doug
into attending a men’s group with him, finally succeeded. "I
was really uncomfortable at first, but as I listened to these men
talk, I began to see myself. This one guy was expressing his
frustration with his wife’s failure to be organized. My eyes
filled with tears. The words he'd confronted his wife with were the
very same words with which I'd admonished Leslie. Marty noticed I
was having a hard time, and he reached over and started to rub my
shoulder. I hadn’t been touched in a very long time, and I
couldn’t remember ever being physically comforted by a man. It
felt awkward and yet good." Doug returned to the men’s group
and soon found himself looking forward to the meetings. He became
increasingly aware of how difficult it is in our culture for men to
connect with one another. He began to look at how he'd distanced
himself from his son, in particular, and resolved to attempt to
repair his relationship with his only child. He began reading about
men’s issues and participating in workshops conducted by experts
in the field. At the age of 56 he found himself attending graduate
school part-time taking courses in psychology. At 59 he was
co-facilitating men’s groups and writing poetry. At 61 he was
living in a house with eight other non-related adults committed to
community living. Doug recently shared::
"A major transformation occurred for me
after attending a weekend retreat which focused on spiritual living.
I went at the request of my son. I had no personal interest but felt
as though it might afford me the opportunity to do some father/son
bonding. It did that but more importantly, I was able to bond with
an inner source that had been available to me all along. I was just
never aware of it before. I'm more than just satisfied with my life
now. I find it exciting! I have intimate relationships, adventures
to look forward to, and a deeply rewarding spiritual life
finally."
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