Some of you may remember that my father passed away last March. And, too, maybe you followed my slow progress at clarifying my Polish citizenship status afterwards. Perhaps you thought all these matters were resolved -- that many of the difficulties of last spring fell to the wayside.
Well not entirely. For any number of reasons it is not easy to have a parent die in a country across the ocean from where you live. It is at once an event of such finality and at the same time an event that leads you down a maze of complicated new twists and turns. One such twist takes place in Warsaw this Friday: it's the date set for a court hearing in the matter of my father's various and sundry possessions. Small stuff, yet, as perhaps always in situations of scattered family and allegiances, not easy to reshuffle now.
At first I wasn't going to attend. My sister has been on board with handling all things that require a Polish presence. And yet, quite recently, I decided I should be there.
The hearing is perhaps only a pretext. I haven't been in Poland since my dad died. The annual visits have lapsed. And, as per his wishes, there was no funeral, no commemorative service to attend.
And so I think of this as a time for me to go back and take stock of all of my Polishness as it exists now that I no longer have a parent living there.
I'll be in Warsaw for three days, staying with my sister. And then, she'll return to her home in Sweden and I'll take a little pause, outside of Poland. In places where I can take some good long walks, where I can read books and maybe do some writing. And then I'll be back in Warsaw, for another set of three days -- ones that will be less about transitions and more about just being in Warsaw again. There are friends to see, parks to walk through, solitary moments to be had. That's my book-end stay. My other slice of bread that is this sandwich of a trip.
So that's my next three weeks for you. Poland, then not Poland, then Poland again.
I have, of course, travel today and tomorrow. Right after breakfast. Bye, Ed. Sniff.
As always -- I apologize in advance for any blogging disruptions. Despite our growing connectedness, it still can be a challenge to find a line to the Internet.
Onwards and upwards! I'm off!
Ah. I lost my dad 20 months ago. He was 87 and had a peaceful passing, but it was a hard summer for me, and then it was a long difficult year trying to help my mother through her hardest stages of grief. Sometimes she pulled me down with her. This year we are doing better together. But whenever I think of Dad, I am happy, and he is very present, peacefully, in my mind. I made a scrapbook of all the funny pics with our boys and grandparents. I made it for Mom, who says she can't look at it. I am sorry about that for her sake, but it was SO mentally healthy for me. And for the boys, our grown men, who adored their Grandpa.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you have mapped out a healing course for yourself. Best wishes, truly, Nina.
Best of luck to you with everything-connections, catching up with friends (and family), enjoying the travel, figuring out the Polishness, missing "home"...all of it. And hopefully no mean Polish consulate worker tagging along for the trip. :)
ReplyDeleteSafe travels! I hope there is some closure and remembrance for you, in a positive way. Like Joy, I have been compiling photos from decades past with family, some living and some not, and the memories are both sweet and sad. I hope your trip is more sweet than sad!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you now, imagining you arriving in Warsaw, tired, surrounded by all that is both familiar and changed. May your time with your sister be good, and may the courtroom scene be easy.
ReplyDeleteI had an inkling you were going back for these reasons - I knew it wouldn't be quick to settle family things from far away. I wish you god-speed and a safe and pleasant trip this time, no roaming packs of dogs please, just some kitties to pat along the way, or some sheep or goats.
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