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SDPC Introduction Valerie metaphor grief hospital death

October 13, 1984. Jane has been dead for thirty-eight days. It has finally come to me that the dark tunnels of those streets I run on, with their mysterious implications of the unknown, and the fear of the dark that such streets can generate, are physically oriented metaphors for the transition Jane has made to another reality. In our terms, the tunnel shapes lead to an unfathomable new reality that is supposedly filled with the light of the universe. That light is symbolized by the streetlights shining through the tunnels every so often, and hinting at that great brilliant reality beyond. This metaphor is particularly apropos at this time, with the trees still carrying their thick growth of leaves — yet later in the fall it may become even more applicable as the leaves drop and the streetlights, poor as they may be in comparison to the light of the universe, can shine through a little more brilliantly.

A block to the west of the hill house, the main road drops straight down into the outskirts of Elmira. Opening off the road to the left like a series of steps are short, level sidestreets upon which I often run late at night. In the beginning the running helped me physically handle my grief over Jane’s passing; I cried often as I ran, and tried to comprehend where she is now. I’m a natural runner, but had been unable to do more than a little jogging in recent years because of the pressures of work and of taking care of Jane as she became more and more ill. After her death I could run nightly if I chose to. I find that activity still secret and evocative. The streets are lined with trees arching up to meet overhead; periodically those intersecting patterns of leaves and branches are punctuated by bursts of light from the streetlamps. At certain times the moon follows me along in its phases. The only sounds might be the wind in the treetops and the chug-chug of my shoes on the asphalt. A dog may bark in the distance. When I do it right I float effortlessly along. And amid my tears I finally permitted the obvious to become obvious to me. The following is revised from my entry in my grief notebook.

SDPC Part Two: Chapter 11 Cunningham Miss starlings killing Rah

[...] The street number wasn’t visible, and I was in the middle of the block, away from street signs. [...]

[...] If I knew what the street was, I could at least say, ‘I thought I saw you on such-and-such a street.’ “

[...] Once she ran out of the place in her nightgown, out into the busy street in the middle of evening traffic. [...]

SDPC Part One: Chapter 3 cobbler Sarah village wires bullets

[...] He shoved her out into the street and rolled her over and over on the stones and in the dirt; but she died.

“She … she lived three doors down the street, in a dark front room. [...]

“The main street.”

I shivered, seeing the dress catch fire and watching once again as the cobbler rolled the girl out to the street, beating at the flames. [...]

SDPC Part Two: Chapter 8 breathes Rob dishes Who admit

Then, last night, I stood at the window and looked out across the Walnut Street Bridge. [...] I felt myself walk beneath the signal light at the far end of the bridge and let myself continue on along the street. [...]

SDPC Part Two: Chapter 7 camouflage Malba instruments Decatur senses

Then Seth told Rob to imagine a man looking at a tree in the near distance on an ordinary street, with intervening houses and sidewalks.