'"He who has gone,
so we but cherish his memory,
abides with us, more potent, nay more present
than the living man.'"
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."
Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)
I have been thinking a lot lately, - about life,
about the glorious living of it,
about life after,
and about how long this life is perpetuated by those of us
who remember, and those of us
who care enough to preserve....'
A small excerpt from a long ago post inspired
by what would have been my father's 110th birthday,
and the thoughts of preserving and passing on
the memories I have of him, --
and of all those dear ones who have
gone on ahead of us....
And yet again I have been inspired to write of these
cherished ones by passing on some of my memories
of my father in conversation
with my youngest son who is visiting
from the Chilcotin.
As I grow more ancient I am sometimes anxiously aware
of this need to "pass along"
and I make a conscious effort to
tell stories, bring memories alive,
and label the great treasure of snapshots
we have accumulated over the years.
(Sometimes I wonder if I am a terrible bore - more of Grandma's
stories. I'm sure I have heard that one before about lassoing
the gophers on the prairies....
sigh.....but I persist and know that
someday they will be appreciated!! I do
try to remember just who I have told this
story to before -- it helps when I see their
eyes glaze over!!!!!!)
I suppose that as long as I live here with
the cat and the dog for company
I will continue to talk to them
and sometimes to the dear one I
shared wedded bliss with....
He doesn't answer, but I know what
he would be thinking after
such a long and wonderful association.
and so far the sun has been shining
and the leaves have been donning
their autumn finery
I am looking forward to a drive in the hills!
Life is good...