{"id":137412,"date":"2019-06-19T13:00:51","date_gmt":"2019-06-19T17:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=137412"},"modified":"2019-06-19T10:09:24","modified_gmt":"2019-06-19T14:09:24","slug":"running-into-my-dead-mother-at-7-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2019\/06\/19\/running-into-my-dead-mother-at-7-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Running into My Dead Mother at 7-Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/intro-1516652545.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-137415\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/intro-1516652545.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"780\" height=\"439\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/intro-1516652545.jpg 780w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/intro-1516652545-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/intro-1516652545-768x432.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t notice you at first, not even when I held the door open, but as you moved past me with a thank you, I glimpsed your cream macram\u00e9 top, the one I almost kept when I cleared out your closet. Beautiful. It stood out against the dull T-shirt and jeans, the scuff of that stranger\u2019s sneakers. You disappeared into the store. Passing the shelves of wine in front, I noticed the empty spots that always appear after a weekend. I was at the fountain drink machine, pressing my foam cup, when, suddenly, you were beside me, smiling, asking what kind of ice. <em>Is it crushed?<\/em> I moved my cup quickly and let the pieces fall, pointed to them. <em>Ah, no<\/em>, you said. <em>Cubed<\/em>. But ice is ice. I understood this, standing beside you.<\/p>\n<p>The night of your funeral, I reasoned with every quick glass of chardonnay that as long as I didn\u2019t sleep, I was still living in a day in which I had seen you. I kept only the corner lamp on and stared at the couch where you\u2019d huddled for months under a red blanket, gripping that silver tumbler, crunching ice in your teeth. It was as if you were gnawing your way out of grief.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>In the store, you were older than you got to be, and nothing and everything like you, as small as your collarbone under the hospital gown. The macram\u00e9 a shroud. Beautiful. You moved in closer than you ever stood next to me, and when you said, <em>I love chewing ice<\/em>, I saw it, the silver tumbler you held out toward the machine. I told you to go ahead, I was in no hurry, because I was standing in 7-Eleven, with my mother. When I handed the clerk a dollar, you slipped out the door. I looked after you\u2014the way I did in the front of the church\u2014longer than you\u2019d ever allow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/author\/jtalbot\/\">Jill Talbot<\/a> is the author of<\/em>\u00a0The Way We Weren\u2019t: A Memoir\u00a0<em>and\u00a0<\/em>Loaded: Women and Addiction<em>. 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