these things unseen
Forum, January 19, 2014
Hours after finishing The Dead of Winter, her essay about the hulk of her discarded Christmas tree, Andrea learned her long-troubled brother had died. The coincidence in timing and the parallels in the essence of the essay and of her brother’s death haunted her throughout the week and long after the funeral.
She put together this touching piece — an emotional poultice for those who have lost loved ones under similar circumstances:
The morning of Jan. 3, I finished writing a rather dark piece about taking down the Christmas tree. I called it “The Dead of Winter.”
In retrospect, you might call it an obituary for a tree.
Little did I know as I sent the final words to my editors, that within hours, “The Dead of Winter” would include my brother, Todd.
Little did I know that the very next day I would be with my siblings in Findlay, writing an actual obituary. I didn’t see it coming.
These things unseen.