Songs are the bookmarks of our lives. The placeholders for the chapters of our past. From its first note a song can transport you to another time or place. Sometimes it’s a whole swath of life that a song can illuminate. A summer, a relationship, a place you went to school. And other times the place the song can take you to can be a small, private but intense place that no one but you knows of. As Karen once sang “Those old melodies still sound so good to me, as they melt the years away.” On Kibbutz Degania Bet where Rae and I first met there were separate sleeping areas for male and female volunteers. Not to be thwarted we found a small storage cupboard above the bathroom in her room. It was big enough for a small 6 x 4 foot piece of foam mattress. To get up there we had to open the window in the bathroom door, then climbing on the table put our foot in the bathroom window and step up to the cupboard above, close the doors behind us and we were home.For the longest time no one knew where we were sleeping. People knew we were together but our beds were always empty. It was my snoring during an afternoon nap that eventually gave us away. From then on we were known as “the cupboard family.” Our first mutual favorite album was London Calling by The Clash. There is a line in the song that goes “Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls.” People would often serenade us as we walked by. Most couples have a song that is emblematic of the inception of their relationship. It’s “their song” so to speak. London Calling by The Clash is ours.
Eventually the kibbutz built expanded living quarters and Rae and I got our own room. The beds (I use the term loosely) on the kibbutz were ancient metal frames with a worn out metal lattice that sagged in the middle. They were not the most conducive to a good nights sleep. So we put two foam mattresses together on the floor as our bed. The floor has been our bed ever since. But because of weakening upper body and core strength getting up from a mattress on the floor has not been easy for me for some time. If anyone heard me trying to get out of bed in the morning they could be forgiven for thinking someone in the room was trying to benchpress 300 lb. Some abilities I relinquish voluntarily to ALS. Some abilities pass unnoticed, unmourned. I just find myself one day trying to remember when I last performed a certain task. Like cooking a meal for instance. But with some things I dig my heels in. Determined not to concede, despite often overwhelming evidence that the battle was lost long ago. Sleeping on the floor was one of those things. Rae and I have always slept on the floor. It’s one of the threads that stretch back through time and connect us to the beginning of our relationship. Today we finally bought a platform for our bed.
I visited my closet this morning. It’s not particularly big. It’s a lot taller than that cupboard we first lived in on the kibbutz but the floor space is smaller. It has a couple of rails to hang shirts and pants and a few shelves that I installed, myself, for t-shirts, shorts, underwear, cycling gear, old smart phones I’m sentimentally attached to, etc. If I had to I could probably stand in the closet but there wouldn’t be room for much else. I used to go there every night to get clothes out for work the next day. The majority of clothes I owned required some basic form of manual dexterity to get on and off. They had these things called buttons and zippers so it’s been a while since I have worn any of my old clothes. Necessity is requiring that I take my ALS chic to new heights. Manu bought me a shirt with magnetic buttons. When I take my clothes off before going to bed, now they stay where they land. Not because I’m a slob (although I’m not denying that I am) but because I need to know where everything is when I get up in the morning. And going through piles of clothes is no longer an option. Rae puts my laundry away and her categorizing system is very different than mine. I visited my closet this morning. It was like going home to London. I felt like a tourist in a strangely familiar place.
It’s been a little over two and a half months since I fell off my bike in Phoenix and broke my arm (along with six other bones). To celebrate feeling so good I decided to break it again. I was going up the stairs and tripped. I landed on my elbow. My legs are strong so it wasn’t a balance issue. I was just clumsy. I know I need to be careful and when I come down stairs I always make sure the back of my heel comes into contact with the stair riser. I don’t really have a system for going up stairs. And besides, who the hell falls up the stairs? But even if I had a system it’s hard to be “on” all the time. Luci (who came on the ride with us) and Josh (Rae’s brother) are visiting from Minneapolis. Luci said that I look a lot better than the last time I broke my arm. The fact that that is even a sentence is a problem. On the plus side I’m already on blood thinners.
Life is full of stumbling blocks. Some are physical, some are psychological. Some are trivial and some can seem like the Great Wall Of China when first encountered. I assure you that when I was diagnosed with ALS the first thing that came to mind was not “oh what a wonderful growth experience this will be for me and Rae.” The day before I re-broke my arm I recall thinking about how well things were going. When I stumble I can no longer control how I land physically. Where I land psychologically is another matter. This month Rae and I will have been together 34 years and married 33. Our relationship has been a lot of things over that time but always perfect has not been one of them. When a relationship is new, its ups and downs tend to be more wild and pronounced. The longer you are together the state of the relationship tends to gradually ebb and flow rather than oscillate wildly. Many years ago I recall a work colleague, whose second marriage had just ended after a little more than a year, asking me what our secret was. “How do you and Rae do it?” She asked. My response shocked her. I said that in the time they had been dating, gotten married and divorced Rae and I had barely been talking to one another.
Relationships don’t have to be perfect to work. We were talking the other day and Rae said that if she had to define our relationship in a word it would be “easy.” She was quick to add that by easy she didn’t mean not hard but easy as in easygoing or relaxed. How we travel is an good example. When we go places we generally have no plan or agenda. We just go. No timetable other than when we have to be back but even that was generally fluid. We have always just made it up as we went along without too much discussion. If I need us to make a detour so that I can get some Starbucks that’s ok. If Rae wants to go on a quest for Tupelo honey that’s ok. I don’t think that being in love means loving someone every second of every day. I think that being in love means that no matter how much shit your relationship might be embroiled in at any given time you never loose faith that it’ll work out in the end.
When Lisa was pregnant with Jack she asked what I wanted to be called. The grandparents in Rae’s family have always gone by Bubbie and Zedie (Yiddish for grandma and grandpa). Rae was eager to assume the mantel of Bubbiedom. But I wasn’t crazy about Zedie. And Grandpa was just too generic. I wanted something unique to our family. Something only I would be called so decided upon saba (the Hebrew for grandfather). For now we are “Bubee” and “Bahbah.” That’s close enough for me. Most songs bring back a moment from the past. Some songs have a peculiar way of shining a beacon into the unknown of the future. When Jack was first born I made lots of slide shows and kept using “Hero” by “Family Of The Year” as the music. The song has become emblematic to me of the saba that Jack will never know.
I think that like most couples who have been together for a long time Rae and I have really only ever had one real argument. We may have had it a 1000 times over, but only one real argument. If I look back to where we were as a couple 18 months ago compared to where we are now we are more cohesive than I could ever have imagined. You’d be surprised how trivial most things can seem when you’re forced to decide what really matters. It’s like we’re traveling. Things that need to happen just happen without too much discussion. We are on a journey but unlike many previous trips we know the destination. There is however no road map for how we get there. I’m sure we’ll come up with something and it will undoubtedly involve a lot of Starbucks detours and–not to mention–have a bitching soundtrack. We stumbled up.
Peace, love and midwives
7 thoughts on “Falling Up”
FINALLY!!! I have been feeling like a lost puppy!!! I wish you would write a daily blog. They always seem to put my crazy ass fuckin life into perspective. Loved this so very much!!!!!
Love reading your words of wisdom! Your description and definition of relationships is truly inspiring.
Thank you!!! again!!!!! One of the best-expressed descriptions of a long-term relationship that I have ever read, in any genre.
Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ I really needed to hear some of this today!
Thank you for sharing the challenging journey as your body weakens with your on-line family. The beauty of your spirit, and your expressive power keep reminding me of what is important in life. Your family stories are delightful.
I wish you rapid healing from the broken arm.
Love to you and yours,
Always enjoy reading your posts! Thank you for sharing. You inspire me to live life, push myself and find humor in tough situations (I have two toddler boys so those opportunities present themselves regularly). Love your perspective. I’m honored to get to hear your story! You delivered my sisters’ babies and so through the years, both sisters always told of how great you were and what a unique soul you are–you’ve become part of our family’s story–so my heart is particularly touched by your journey.
I love reading your posts. I feel so privileged to get to read your life stories and sage advice. Although I was thrilled to have my baby I was a little down that I wouldn’t get to visit you every month or so and chat with you.
And guess what? I fell up my stairs today. No ALS to blame. I was carrying my baby, though, and also landed on my elbows but luckily the babe was okay.
Peace and joy to you, friend.
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