Thursday, October 04, 2012

I whisper back to my darling mother

October 4th, 2012

Dorothy Emily Grace
February 16th, 1902 - October 4th, 1957

The past cannot be forgotten while memory lasts
and love preserves.
Janette Hospital
I quote from Julian Fellowes
"One of the strangest parts of growing older being that
ever-increasing Team of the Dead, who stand behind your shoulder
 and take it in turns to jump in and out of your head. 
A picture, a shop, a street, a clock that someone gave you,
an ornament that came from this dead aunt
or a chair from that dead uncle,
and suddenly for a second they're alive again,
whispering into your ear. 
There is a religion somewhere in the world
 that believes we all die twice;
once in the normal way
and the second time
when the last person who really knew us dies,
so one's living memory is gone from the earth".
And so I keep my mother's living memory vibrant,
full of the grace and courage and love
that sustained her.


Barb said...

Lovely, Hildred. I do the same for my own Mother. I hope my children will do the same for me.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

A lovely post Hildred. I do that too. That is what creating memories (with your family) is all about I guess.

Nan said...

Oh, this made me cry. Wonderful post, picture, quote, sentiment. Thank you very much. And so sorry your mother died so young.
Mine did too, at 59. I find myself thinking how next year she would be 100. Unbelievable.