The Correspondent
Ms. Joan Didion
Dear Joan,
It’s the day of Daan’s funeral (my ex-husband), and I’ve got the plane ticket sitting here on the desk on top of the book stack.
At the last minute, three days ago, I didn’t go to the airport.
I simply didn’t go. If I regret the decision, then so be it.
My life is in winter anyway; only a little while left to nurse regrets.
I went back and reread The Year of Magical Thinking.
The first time I read it, years ago, I recall thinking I would return to it one day, and although my situation is different than yours, with all these years that separate Daan and me, I found so much of it put word to the way I do feel, whether I have any right to or not.
Of course I really don’t have the right.
Do let me know how you are getting on.
Sybil