Amanda van Scoyoc

A few photographs from Isaac’s first birthday party last week.

Introducing a slightly more meaty and certainly more active Annabel.

I’m not certain about too many things in life, but I’m sure of this and it is wonderful.

Eli and Sparrow at the kitchen table.

Eli spinning.

On Glen Lake in Michigan. The morning before he proposed.

Inside a box in the back of my closet resides a rock. It it black and cold and has marks like petroglyphs scratched into the surface. It was given to me six years ago by a woman named Ulla, on the island of Langeland, in Denmark.

I went to her because she could heal me. It was my third month abroad in Scotland. The nights stretched past day and the wet cold would not subside. She was a piece of home. She was my old babysitter, and she was mystical. She had foreseen her brother’s plane crash in an abstract painting and once was saved by a rock wedged under a brakeless car. She could tell my future by looking at my palm. Although I was skeptical, her certainty brought calm. The last day in Denmark she gave me the rock for protection. She said, “It will be there always” as she promised that the heavens believed in me.

Some objects outlast their people. Ulla is now in a nursing home and she forgets a little everyday. If I never came to her again, she would never remember enough to be sad. But I need to tell her I’m getting married. My fiance has to meet her. I look to the rock to remind me that it will outlast us all and that she believed and I believed. It helps me remember that as everything seems to change, some things stay the same.

Baby X is now Annabel Wren Haynes.

She arrived today right before noon today. She’s 5 weeks early but a healthy 4 pounds 12 oz. And of course, she is lovely.

A celebration for Darius and for all who loved him.

A celebration for baby X who will be arriving early Wednesday morning.

These last few days have been very difficult. I have hardly wanted to leave the apartment and it’s made me nearly hate it here. It wasn’t good timing to move here when we did. If we had stayed in Durham maybe Darius would have stayed on our couch. If Eli hadn’t just started working his new job he would have gone over earlier in the day. I feel like this moment in time, all these changes were more significant than we realized, and the world is out of control. 

As a kid I always used to think about all of the decisions that we make in life and how they define our life path. Just as the brain’s neurons are constantly changing how we experience the world, each small moment changes every moment of our future. And some small decisions can change everything. It’s too much to think about all that could have been, and I had stopped thinking about it as an adult. But since Darius left us, I just can’t stop thinking about all of the tiny decisions that could have changed this outcome. I’m stuck on the question of inevitability. Was this suicide inevitable. If it had been stopped, would he have succeeded in the end.

Darius’s death has made me feel both out of control and in awe of this world. When I wake up in the morning, I stare at Eli knowing exactly how much I could loose. I’m amazed by how much we humans are capable of feeling. Having talked to so many people, it’s comforting to know that there are expectations of grief. This feeling of being really depressed about 40% of the time and callus about 60% of the time… sometimes feeling that everything is OK and thinking that I’m inhuman and have no emotions and then suddenly breaking apart into sadness… this is the path that grief plows. I saw Maya Angelo speak a few years ago and she said in her singing voice that in life you can always take comfort in knowing that everything you experience, every emotion you feel has been felt before. We are built of common threads. Grief is personal, but every thought, every feeling is a part of grief’s repertoire.

Today has been a better day. Today I painted some small paintings of Darius for Eli. I had been planning this for the past couple of days, but didn’t have the momentum. Today I did.

Darius Poteat

Darius Poteat