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“I think about you…”

October 1, 2020 by Terry Teachout

Hilary Teachout, my partner and life’s companion, died six months ago today, having undergone a long-awaited double lung transplant that failed. I went straight from her deathbed back into lockdown in the apartment in Upper Manhattan that we shared so happily for so long, and have spent nearly all of the time since then in solitude. Her death was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and I have yet to find my way out of the twisted maze of grief into which I entered when she died. I still cry every day at the thought of my loss. As I’ve said many times, if you could die from sadness, I’d be dead now.

Having said what I wanted to say about Hilary in “My Gallant Gal,” an essay that I wrote in a single sitting not long after I lost her, I won’t try to say it all again in a different way. I merely want to note the hardest lesson of grief, which is that even when you think you’re starting to come out of it, you’re not.

The lines of Rilke that Shostakovich set at the end of his Fourteenth Symphony, a symphonic song cycle about death, have been on my mind lately:

Death is great.
We are his
when our mouths are filled with laughter.
When we think we are in the midst of life,
he dares to weep
in our midst.

For me, the weeping is inseparably entangled with my memories of the adventures that Hilary and I shared during the decade and a half that we spent together, many of which I chronicled in this space. To think of them now is inevitably to remember my loss, and weep at the thought of it. I weep, too, whenever I listen to music, which fills me to overflowing with emotions of every kind: Hilary loved music above all things, and we shared it most days. For a long time I couldn’t listen to it—to anything—but now I have started to bring it back into my life, which I hope is a sign of something good.

As I mentioned back in April, I plan to scatter Hilary’s ashes on Florida’s Sanibel Island, the place she loved best. I hope to do so in December if the pandemic permits. The last words I spoke to her before she was wheeled into the operating room for her transplant were “Get through this in one piece, my love, and I’ll take you to Sanibel for Christmas.” And so I shall.

In the meantime, my solitude has been relieved: I have turned Hilary’s old bedroom into a guest room, and I took in an old friend in need last week. It is more comforting than I could have imagined to no longer live alone, to share my home with someone who knew Hilary well and with whom I can reminisce about her in the dark and unsparing hours. It was the solitude that was killing me, slowly but surely, and at last I am spared that once-ceaseless ache.

As for my grief, I now understand in the fullest sense that I have no control over it, and that it will last for a very long time. All I can do is take the smallest of steps out of the maze, and accept that I will continue to search blindly for the exit, perhaps for the rest of my life. Whatever awaits me in the future has yet to unfold itself—but I think I can live with that. Hilary would have wanted me to do so, and I will do all I can to honor her wishes, to remember that I was fortunate to have her for as long as I did, and to have had the privilege of caring for my beloved partner as she gallantly approached the dark rendezvous. I will miss her as long as I live.

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“Conclusion,” from Shostakovich’s Fourteenth Symphony, performed by Galina Vishnevskaya, Mark Reshetin, Mstislav Rostropovich, and the Academic Symphony Orchestra of Moscow:

Imelda Staunton sings Stephen Sondheim’s “Losing My Mind,” from Follies:

Almanac: Lillian Smith on grief

October 1, 2020 by Terry Teachout

“The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.”

Lillian Smith, Killers of the Dream

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Terry Teachout, who writes this blog, is the drama critic of The Wall Street Journal and the critic-at-large of Commentary. In addition to his Wall Street Journal drama column and his monthly essays … [Read More...]

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About “About Last Night”

This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

About My Plays and Opera Libretti

Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

About My Podcast

Peter Marks, Elisabeth Vincentelli, and I are the panelists on “Three on the Aisle,” a bimonthly podcast from New York about theater in America. … [Read More...]

About My Books

My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

The Long Goodbye

To read all three installments of "The Long Goodbye," a multi-part posting about the experience of watching a parent die, go here. … [Read More...]

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