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The Billy Joel Concert That Saved Me

After her son's suicide, the show was a reminder that her family wanted her back


(This story was originally published on Modern Loss)

The first time in 2 1/2 years that I was able to feel happiness was at a Billy Joel concert. It was May 2015, and my son Jonathan had taken his own life in December 2012. My family — what was left of it — had planned this as a birthday gift for me. We would all go to the concert to enjoy it together.

From the time he died until that day, I could function and I could even laugh. But I was a fraud. In the aftermath of Jonathan’s death, life had taken on a “Stepford Wife” quality: chores were done, meals prepared, conversations had and work completed. But my emotional range no longer extended to exuberance or happiness.

Emotionally, I navigated within strict confines, as though moving along a narrow path, unable to step even slightly to either side. Before the Billy Joel concert, the width of that path was acceptable to me and I was able to fulfill the requirements of my life within it. But now I was faced with an experience that was supposed to bring me pleasure, even joy — would I be able to feel any of that?

Creating a New ‘Me’ and a New Memory

I left for the concert, begging myself to fully enjoy this time with my daughters and husband, pleading with my mind, beseeching my spirit. As the lights went down, I took my first tremulous steps along a broader trail. I acted my part, and like all the other Billy lovers, I swayed and danced and sang along with the audience. I bonded with the couple behind me who also knew all the lyrics to all the songs, even the lesser-known ones.

Slowly, I felt the borders of my emotional trail widen, and observed myself as if from an invisible perch in the distance, sharing joy with my daughters and husband, smiles and laughter passing between us. We were united in a shared moment of fun and happiness, immersed in the work of creating a new memory for our reconstituted family. I had to create a new “me” to accommodate this new family constellation.

The Pain of Being Needed

The loss of Jonathan eradicated me. I wanted to believe that nobody could tell I was gone, that nobody sensed the emptiness of the soul that talked, worked, participated and simply existed among them. But, if this was true, then why did I feel the continuous tug of my daughters’ needs? Why did my husband’s eyes follow my gaze during moments of silence? Why did they keep searching for me?

Credit: Courtesy of Ruth Tepler Roth
Ruth Tepler Roth and her son Jonathan
They were relentless. They asked my opinions, sought my advice and leaned on me for comfort, guidance and support, as they always had. They studied my expressions, my voice and my intonations for the strength they needed to carry on with their lives.

At times, being needed this way was unbearable. In my head, I screamed and wondered how they could turn to me for strength when I no longer had any left to give them. Was it merely force of habit?

They reached for direction from me, an uninhabited shell, a soul lost with no compass and no GPS. They still believed that I had answers to their questions about life and words of wisdom to help them make sense of the world.

Re-forming Our Family

By taking me to the Billy Joel concert, it was as if they were saying, “Please, be happy with us. Please come back to us. We still need you.”

My daughters and husband called to my spirit, which had become frozen in a place of sadness. Through their love, I became unfrozen for a moment in time at a concert, where I learned that I could carry happiness and sadness together in my heart at the same time, side by side.

There could be no patching up and being the same “whole” again, but there could be movement towards a new configuration, and perhaps, like the creation of a new mosaic from shards of shattered porcelain, my family could re-form.

It would be different, but it would still be beautiful. A birthday gift had called me back from the dead. Billy Joel, and love, had saved me.

 

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By Ruth Tepler Roth
Ruth Tepler Roth received an MS from the Columbia University School of Social Work and an MBA from the NYU Stern School of Business. She has worked in the field of marketing/sales in healthcare and as VP of Marketing/Sales at an insurance company specializing in mental health/substance abuse. She currently works as director of admissions/PR at a private elementary school. She writes regularly about awareness of mental illness in daily life, and about various aspects of loss.

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