For Christmas, my sister gave me a gift I’d hoped for, the book Rosalie Lightning by Tom Hart.
I cocooned myself on the living room couch, and read the book slowly over two December afternoons. I could have read it slowly in one, but I had to stop halfway. I had to stop and let my feelings wash through me. Wash through me and make enough room to experience the second half of Tom’s story.
Rosalie Lightning is a graphic memoir. Tom and Leela’s young daughter Rosalie died suddenly and unexpectedly. Tom found a way through, drawing and writing.
You’d think this memoir is about grief. You’d be wrong.
Tom, Leela, and Rosalie’s story is about love. Immense, devastating, life-filled love.
Grief is always about love. I have learned this over the past year, grieving and loving first my Dad and then my cousin. Feeling both empty and far too full at the exact same time. Frozen in place, and yet needing to run as desperately fast as I could, as if I could outrun pain.
You can’t outrun your heart.
My heart—love—is the only thing that can carry me through when nothing feels right.
Tom knows about heart and nothing feeling right. His book tells something unimaginable, chaotic, stark, crushing. And yet, at the same time, his images and words show a way of continuing to love when you don’t know how.
Emotion. I try, but words cannot hold the whole of it, and images only suggest it. Then I see them together, and there is magic. Together they walk me into layers of feeling another person’s world, knowing beyond any doubt my world feels the same. Word and image together reach into my heart and heal me.
Tom Hart, your name fits you perfectly. Say it aloud. Hart. Heart.
Thank you for Rosalie’s story.
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Rosalie Lightning: a graphic memoir by Tom Hart. St. Martin’s Press, New York. 2015. http://www.tomhart.net/ I also have his book The Art Of The Graphic Memoir which I am beginning to work through. This book came out in November 2018, also published by St. Martin’s Press.