{"id":6233,"date":"2017-05-05T10:46:33","date_gmt":"2017-05-05T17:46:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/?p=6233"},"modified":"2018-04-22T11:37:37","modified_gmt":"2018-04-22T18:37:37","slug":"progress-report-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/2017\/05\/progress-report-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Progress report"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/2016\/12\/progress-report\/\">Four months ago<\/a>, I wrote on this blog that grief takes time. Now, just over a year after my dad&#8217;s death, I can reaffirm that statement: grief takes time. It&#8217;s worth repeating, because our society promotes the myth that you&#8217;re done with grief in a few weeks, or, if it&#8217;s really bad, maybe a few months. Which brings up an interesting anecdote about the mathematician Paul Erdos, told by another mathematician and reported in the book <em>The Man Who Only Loved Numbers: The Story of Paul Erdos and the Search for Mathematical Truth<\/em> by Paul Hoffman (New York: Hyperion, 1998), pp. 143-144:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8216;I was walking across a courtyard to breakfast at a [mathematics] conference,&#8217; recalled Herb Wilf, a combinatorialist at the University of Pennsylvania, &#8216;and Erdos, who had just had breakfast, was walking in the opposite direction. When our paths crossed, I offered my customary greeting, &#8220;Good morning, Paul. How are you today?&#8221; He stopped dead in his tracks. Out of respect and deference, I stopped too. We just stood there silently. He was taking my question very seriously, giving it the same consideration he would if I had asked him about the asymptotics of partition theory. &#8230; Finally, after much reflection, he said: &#8220;Herbert, today I am very sad.&#8221; And I said, &#8220;I am sorry to hear that. Why are you sad, Paul?&#8221; He said, &#8220;I am sad because I miss my mother. She is dead, you know.&#8221; I said, I know that, Paul. I know her death was very sad for you and for many of us, too. But wasn&#8217;t that about five years ago?&#8221; He said, &#8220;Yes, it was. But I miss her very much.&#8221; We stood there silently for a few awkward moments and then went our separate ways.'&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In this anecdote, Wilf represents the typical attitude of our culture: get over your grief quickly, and five years is certainly too long a time to feel sad over a parent&#8217;s death. But consider that Paul Erdos was born a Jew in Hungary in 1913: while he was able to leave Hungary, he lived through two world wars and a Communist dictatorship; many in his family were killed by the Nazis, and his father was imprisoned in a Siberian gulag; he was blacklisted from entering the United States during the McCarthy era because he was from what was then a Communist country. I think there&#8217;s something in American culture &#8212; particularly upper middle class (i.e., college educated) white American culture &#8212; that wants us to believe that life is perfect, and wants us to reject anything that challenges that belief. Erdos had a more realistic understanding of life, an understanding that was not predicated on denying real problems, and so he felt free to feel very sad about his mother&#8217;s death five years after she had died &#8212; to the awkward bewilderment of Herb Wilf.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Four months ago, I wrote on this blog that grief takes time. Now, just over a year after my dad&#8217;s death, I can reaffirm that statement: grief takes time. It&#8217;s worth repeating, because our society promotes the myth that you&#8217;re done with grief in a few weeks, or, if it&#8217;s really bad, maybe a few &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/2017\/05\/progress-report-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Progress report&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[43],"tags":[664],"class_list":["post-6233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-meditations","tag-grief"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6233","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6233"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6235,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6233\/revisions\/6235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/yauu\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}