구지혜어머님께…

지혜어머님께..
너무나 이쁜지혜를 통해서 당신을 존경 하게되었습니다. 언제가 될진 모르겠지만 이 글을 읽으셨으면 좋겠습니다.
어머님이 언제,어떻게 이 사이트를 찾으실진 모르겠지만,
아마도 우리의 인연이 닿는다면 이 블로그에 언젠가 한번 꼭 오시겠지요.
만약에 이글을 통해서 어머님과 연락이 닿게 된다면, 지혜가 어떻게 컸고, 어떻게 예쁘게 자랐는지 들려드리고 싶네요.
그리고 이렇게라도 연락을 계속 하게 된다면, 이렇게 예쁘고 고운 지혜를 낳아주셔서 어머님께 진심으로 감사하다고 전하고 싶어요.
지혜가 여태껏 성장했던 생활이나 세세한 이야기들도 들려드리고 싶네요. 만약 지혜에 관한 이야기를 다른누군가 땜에 꺼려하신다면,
비밀이나 어머님의사생활은 지켜드릴테니 너무 걱정마세요.
갓난 아기였던 지혜를 처음 본 순간부터 항상 어머님이 생각 났어요. 언제나 어머님과 어머님의 가족 행복하기를 빌요.
저의 한가지 바램이 있다면, 어머님과 연락이 되서 제 마음의 치유가 됐음 좋겠습니다.
이렇게 예쁜 딸을 저에게 인생의 큰 선물로 주셔서 항상 고맙게 생각합니다.
제 글에 대해 너무 부담은 갖지마시고, 지혜에 대해 궁금하시다면 언제든지 연락 주세요.
-Ranaan
Email:ranaandag@gmail.com
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To The Mother of Ku, Ji-Hye,

I wanted to tell you that through loving your beautiful daughter I have great honor and respect for you. I hope you are reading this. Maybe you have found this blog in reading about Ji-Hye in Korea? I would love the chance to be able to share with you who your daughter had become. I would love to connect with you and thank you personally for creating such an amazing and beautiful woman. I promise to respect your privacy, always.

Since the first day I met your daughter, when she was just a small infant, my thoughts have turned to you. I wish you the best and I have great respect for you and your family. I hope you will contact me and allow me some healing through finding you and thanking you for giving me and my family the gift of your daughter.

Much Love,

Ranaan
Email:ranaandag@gmail.com

July 16, 2008 at 1:21 pm 2 comments

…a letter

April 10, 2008

Habibi John,

Still today I imagine giving you this letter on our wedding day, explaining to you that I once wrote it in a hospital room on the other side of the sea from you. I wrote it because I wanted to record at some point what you mean to me. But, I think I know today under which more likely circumstances you may read this letter. And just the thought that your fingers where mine are right now makes my heart skip a beat…



…If I am anything of yours still – I hope I am not your hurt or pain. I hope you can find me in your smile, your laugh, your love. I hope you will share yourself more with others, because you are a gift. The best gift I was ever given.
Without a doubt I have survived because of you. I’d like to think that will be the case forever.
You are my life, my love, my soul…

Love you Always,

Julia

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and I cry…torn raw once again, as if this world has not had enough of my tears and pain.

June 30, 2008 at 5:26 pm 15 comments

A Letter

Julia wrote me a letter.

It was found among her things and sent to me.

I’m nervous about what’s inside.

It just arrived:

June 26, 2008 at 9:33 am 7 comments

10:27AM

It’s been weeks, and I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping.  Even when I do fall asleep, I wake up consistently around 3:30am EST.  I feather between dreams and thoughts, until my quadruple alarm goes off at 6.  I’m tired.

I mentioned it to Leila today.  She said, “maybe it’s because that’s when Julia passed away?”.  To be honest, I had no idea what her exact time of death was; it just hadn’t really crossed my mind to ask.  So I asked.

10:27am Jerusalem time.

3:27am EST.

My soul misses her.

June 24, 2008 at 4:13 pm 8 comments

Someone to Spare

Julia wrote this in her last week or so – on the back of a medical form during one of her more lucid moments. Cryptococcous meningitis was affecting her neurologically, but somehow, she found a moment where she was in a totally different place. I didn’t want to share it – keeping it for myself, but I know that’s not what it was meant for.

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Someone to Spare
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It is so easy to hurt and be hurt by someone who is your breath, your life, and the rhythm to your soul. Equally, it is easy to go on unaware. With a deep inhale and a slow and steady exhale, I try to tune in with a level and balanced understanding. I reach across, without moving a muscle, and I feel around in the dark….
tap, tap, tap…
I recount backwards… ten, nine, eight…. remembering. Searching for any offense I may have given, both aware and unaware. I separate my jealousy and rage and I attempt to take a look as an outsider. If I can find it, maybe I can erase it.
The soul of my soul, the air in my breath, the force of my life.
Can I endure the pain of your suffering?
Can I cry your tears?
Shed your saddness?
Can I be heated for your rage?
Can I be the replacement for your loss?
Let me spare you.
.
Julia loves her Tofu.

June 9, 2008 at 6:49 am 8 comments

Eulogy

Julia Ji Hye Mendelson

May 29th, 1983 (Seoul, South Korea)

May 31st, 2008 (Jerusalem, Israel)

This has been an incredibly hard week, and I’ve circled about this eulogy, one second confused, angry, incredibly sad, and the next second circumspect and numb. I want this to mean something for myself, but more importantly for Julia– as she spent so much of her time and life here writing to thousands of unknowns sharing some of the most important pieces of herself with them. Even now, I hear her voice, whispers behind my ear, encouraging me to live, to love, to be happy, to share something with the world that she so dearly cared about. And she did care about it – even as it tore her apart cell by cell, as she endured unimaginable pain, experimental treatments, and heroic recoveries, she still loved the world.

There has been a deluge of support, voices coming alive to celebrate Julia’s “light”. Even as I walk in the shadow of the sun, feeling like all is black, Julia’s light has somehow urged me on to share what I know of her to a community that does care, that really must care. I can speak to you about a million stories of her life that I came to know; of her thoughts that shout in my mind, and swirl like an angry storm, wanting only her back to me, to us. I have thousands of words written about her, and after writing it all, I realized it means so very little; it doesn’t capture her for everything that she was and everything she meant. There is no light in those words.

As adoptees we are imprinted, seared by a neuro-chemical branding sense of loss. Yet again I burn, raw flesh and acrid smoke filling my soul, but still empty and without understanding. Julia salved those wounds of loss not only for myself but for many out there, even as she endured her own gaps and the failures of many people to return what she so willing gave. She spoke of herself, but never just for herself. She put words and expressions to things that we merely think about in that early morning quiet, that both calms and terrifies those of us who have been there. And more importantly she did it so amazingly, encapsulating truisms about human nature and simplicity itself, without complex metaphors or conceits, humbly, carefully, truly herself. That’s what we have left to hold onto.

So let me simplify as well, and speak to a couple of things that I did know, that I was blessed to feel; to her love and to her gentleness.

Can I tell you about her love? The kind that stirs shadows, that breaks your heart because you know you can never return the purity of its soul. Even when love stood so far away, she hugged it fiercely back, shared it, gave it, and never demanded it in return. I’m not sure where she learned to love in such an instantaneous way, with such confidence and without doubts. Ranaan told me; last year Julia took him to a somewhat forgotten cemetery near her house in Jerusalem. She was upset that no one had visited, and following Jewish custom to place a stone on each grave to show that it had been remembered and visited; she bought a large bag of rocks, and walked Ranaan around for more than an hour placing them on each. Will some beautiful person return the favor on her grave? Will people remember her love, and will people release themselves unhinged, unhindered, un-entangled by life’s nonsensical complexity to love like her? That’s what she would’ve wanted.

Words shy like faded colors describing Julia’s gentle heart. It fluttered on butterfly wings, gorgeous, present, but never demanding or invading. Her fault was her inability to fault others, to default herself for the comfort of the “other”, never for appreciation or applause. She saw the world in all its harsh reality; hateful, wrathful, diseased and imperfect, and embraced it ever so gently, not letting its spiky bards prick and change her.

Julia never raised her voice, even as she endured hateful things said to her as a misplaced daughter, as an Asian, as a Jew, as a contemplative but contented adoptee in a community that continuously questions and battles, as a sick person among healthy, as my friend, as my lover. Yet she never raged, never lashed out, but swallowed all the darkness and locked it away, protecting those whom she loved from it. She did the same with the pain of her illness – saying, “John, you are my pain relief,” – but no amount of me nor Dilaudid could equal her gentle grace. It was constant and enfolding, and we should all be a little more like it in our lives, a light touch, velvety, and soft.

The sorrow is deafening in my ears, but I hear her gently speaking to me, “please protect me.” And protect her we should – keeping alive her spirit of love, gentleness, and purity.

To my love, to our beloved Julia Ji Hye.

June 6, 2008 at 8:07 am 29 comments

Thank You

I’m remiss to answer many of your heartfelt condolences sent privately and through this blog, but thank you, and thank you; I feel very little these days, but I do hope Julia can see the love she’s shared has spread through the many people who have come to know her and to love her.

There will be a memorial service for Julia in Seoul, Korea at the KoRoot Guest House – http://www.koroot.org/ – dedicated to providing a place for international adoptees while they stay in Seoul. The memorial will begin at 7pm. There will be Lee Herrick’s poem “Light” read, one of her posts (and please feel free to comment on which one you feel best serves this purpose), a Eulogy, some music, and a gathering afterwards. If you’re in Seoul, feel free to email master@koroot.org for further details.

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I’ve written a short obituary to be distributed there as well:

Julia Ann Mendelson, 구지혜, passed on her light the morning of Saturday, May 31st, 2008, at the age of 25 years and 2 days, after a 2-year battle with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. She is survived by her family in Israel, especially: Yudit, Ranaan, and Gilad (Gigi); her second adoptive mother Ajumma and her husband Ajossi; Ajumma’s sons and daughter, who gave Julia her first bone marrow transplant; her closest friends Leila, Maya and the rest of her Israeli friends and loved ones; John Arbour, who found love within her enfolding embrace and wished he could give her an equal light to share; and the thousands and thousands of people she touched with her wondrous writing, conversation, laughter, and smile across the Korean adoptee universe, foodie world, and every continent. Her reach was far, her heart was good, and her love encompassing. May we remember her as Julia Ji Hye, lover, beloved, and light to our community and our hearts. May 29th 1983 – May 31st, 2008.

June 5, 2008 at 8:37 am 20 comments

Black

You were buried 16 hours ago.

All is black for me my baby.  Do you hear me?

I cry for you, into silence,

but it deafens me.

I shout your name without opening my mouth,

but it echoes, a hole in my chest.

I see light,

but I feel no warmth.

I wonder baby,

Are you gone from me?

June 1, 2008 at 11:56 pm 30 comments

I Cry For You

My love, Julia, passed away this morning, May 31st 2008.

I have no words or thoughts – just empty tears and pain.

May 31, 2008 at 6:44 pm 79 comments

“Light”

LIGHT

for Julia

How light is your room in Jerusalem?
If love is air, then you breathe it into the world—

to Amie in California, who thinks of you tonight,
to Frederik, born in Rwanda and adopted to Belgium at 8,

he thinks of your laughter. And Laura, who wanted
to embrace you in Philadelphia. She is here, too.

I wonder, Julia, how light are you tonight?
On the subway in Seoul, when you fell asleep

in 2005 before the blasts and the chemo,
did you know your light could outweigh even this?

I don’t know what light I have—
but here it is. Take it.

The Sudanese mother you teach Hebrew to,
you are her light.

All the adoptees in Copenhagen, New York, Seoul,
we share light, don’t we?

And yours, the shining want, the Grace you embody,
is a lamp in us. Take these lamps and sleep.

And then, wake again and breathe.

Written by Lee Herrick

May 30, 2008 at 11:30 am 10 comments

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