By example, my parents taught their children that moving on from tragedy and struggles was the best path to a fulfilling life. This influenced me to include a chapter in my genealogical novel, SHARDS OF MEMORY - Oral History in a Heartbeat, that deals with “blame”
In Miquel Reina’s Lights on the Sea (see Monday’s posted book review) Mr. and Mrs. Grapes held on to their blame and anguish for thirty-five long years. The grandparents in Shards of Memory (Art, Charlie, Jewel, and Ida), however, each chose a unique way to deal with blame.
Chapter Sixteen (excerpt)
“How did you reconcile your feelings after the accident,
Charlie?” Art asked, reviving the stalled conversation.
Everyone else had already opened up about dealing with
the guilt, or the blame. Art had admitted he blamed the accident on fate. He
dealt with most things that way, especially the bad stuff. Some folks
attributed his laid-back attitude to his Irish heritage, as though he and all
of Ireland’s population were lazy. He disagreed. Years ago, he had figured out
that brushing off irritants and moving on gave him more time to feel good about
himself and those around him. Hanging the bad stuff on fate helped move things
along that much faster.
Ida shifted in the chair, allowing for a better view of
her husband. Charlie hadn’t yet answered Art’s question. She knew he would mull
over the answer endlessly before sharing his thoughts. Her answer had followed Art’s,
with no hesitation on her part.
After the accident, Ida had lost her faith in God. Not in
His existence, but in the concept of an all-forgiving being that watched over
everyone. She continued to attend Sunday mass, and recite her rosary. But
something inside her had broken, and Ida blamed God for that feeling.
Charlie cleared his throat as though to make an attempt
at answering Art’s question. Then he turned toward the window facing the back
yard. His gaze froze on the cherry tree that held center stage in the garden
area. He remained quiet.
Jewel looked from her husband over to Ida, and then to
Charlie. There were times she wished Art wouldn’t talk so much. But Charlie’s
silences bothered her more. Once Art and Ida had shared their thoughts about
dealing with the built-up guilt over the accident, Jewel thought Charlie should
have gone next. But when he only shook his head, she had taken her turn.
To deal with the guilt, Jewel blamed everyone else for
anything and everything. Expressing anger over personal slights gave her the
release she needed from the constant tension. Feeling anger rising now over
Charlie’s inability to answer Art’s question, she decided to relieve some of
the tension they all must be feeling.
“Charlie,” she said, none too patiently, “let’s hear your
answer. It’s time to put all this to bed.”
Appearing to snap out of some sort of reverie, Charlie
looked around the table, stopping to search each face. No one offered a word of
encouragement. This was his one-man show.
“You blamed fate, isn’t that right, Art?” When Charlie
received a silent nod to his question, he continued. “And Jewel, you blamed
everyone else for everything, while Ida chose to blame God.”
Again, his words were met with silence. No one attempted
to contradict his statements or justify their own thinking. Charlie took this
as confirmation that everyone was here in good faith, not to judge but to
support one another.
“Those are all valid and understandable reasons; everyone
grieves or deals with loss in different ways.” Charlie turned to Ida who
offered a quick smile of encouragement for him to continue. “That also states
my problem. I don’t believe strongly enough in fate to place blame there. It is
not in my nature to blame others, so Jewel’s solution wouldn’t work for me,
either. And I have no doubt that fear keeps me from ever blaming God. So you
see my dilemma?”
Art didn’t think much of psychology. Getting into
people’s heads the way Freud and Jong liked to do held no interest for him.
What he saw is what he accepted in others. “So, what are you saying Charlie?”
he asked. “You couldn’t find someone to blame, so you decided to forget about
it?”
Ida gasped and attempted to comment, but Jewel patted her
hand. “Let them work this one out,” she whispered. Both women sat back, arms
crossed in repose, and waited.
“There was nothing and no one for me to blame,” Charlie
said. “And with nowhere to place that blame, I had to own it. I blamed myself
for everything.”
“All these years you did that?” Art asked.
Charlie worked to hold back a smile over Art’s penchant
for wearing his emotions on his sleeve. At times, Charlie longed for the
ability to express himself openly. But, as Ida was fond of saying, he always
had to think and rethink everything to death.
“For quite a while, every time I saw Gahlen, the guilt
clawed its way out of my gut and waved its flag in my face. Once I got better
control of myself, things quieted down. But it took something extraordinary for
me to stop blaming myself.” He glanced around the table to see if anyone was
even listening; everyone was. “Remember how we all decided to help Gahlen
through the rough times by telling family stories?”
“Sure, that was a great idea,” Art said. Ida and Jewel
both nodded their assent.
“Well, as it turns out, Gahlen is the one who helped me
through the rough times. The child accepts whatever life has to offer, never
playing the blame game regardless how tough things get. I’ve never heard one
complaint about missing out on sports, or growing tired of doctor’s
appointments.”
“What about not having a driver’s license?” Art asked,
thinking of Gahlen’s many complaints over not being able to drive. Everyone
laughed, slicing through the tension in the room.
“You see,” Charlie said, “Gahlen taught me that placing
blame is not a lasting solution.”
“So what is?” Jewel asked, amazed that Charlie was
talking so much.
“Acceptance,” Charlie said. “Acceptance of all the things we choose to blame. Fate. God. Other people. Ourselves. Of all our solutions, I think Art made the best choice. At least by blaming fate, he really wasn’t blaming anyone else.”
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Is it better to place blame on fate or where blame is due? Or not to place blame at all?
ReplyDeleteSometimes, all you can do is accept fate when you've done your best and prayed your hardest.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Veronica. And sometimes accepting that truth is the most difficult of all.
DeleteBlame and shame are minefields aren't they? And sadly they are often hard to move away from safely.
ReplyDeleteYes, especially when the response becomes engrained, with no thought given to the damaging effect of the reaction. But also very difficult to overcome, even after considering healthier alternatives.
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