The circle of life. And another reason to stay present when we are with our loved ones. Thank you, Brooke, for offering me that phrase when you edited my essay. It stood out.
Wow this is precious. "We walked back through time, singing songs she sang to me when I was a child, songs she sang with her sisters, songs her mother used to sing to her; lullabies in Portuguese, ditties in English, the Ave Maria in Latin, Mae de Deus Saibbini in Konkanni. The memory of those thirty minutes will last me my lifetime." Grief is not only motion, but perhaps celebration in motion. Thank you for this story.
It is a very treasured memory, Rick. I was privileged to be by her side. If my sister had been with her, however, I dare say they would have had a much broader repertoire!
Love this one, Karena!
Thank you Emma. Thank you for being a touchpoint for the topics that others might find interesting.
I teared up reading about singing with your mom. I sing to my young kids and never imagined someone might sing to me one day. So beautiful
The circle of life. And another reason to stay present when we are with our loved ones. Thank you, Brooke, for offering me that phrase when you edited my essay. It stood out.
“So I held her hand, stared her in the eye, and we started singing.”
Priceless. A gift that will keep giving.
Grief is love with nowhere to go. The place for that love to go is gratitude. Which is where you are focusing it Karena.
Much love to you. ❤️
Another lovely quote on grief. Poetry like this that speaks to grief grabs my attention by the collar these days. Thank you for the support, James.
The first part of that quote is not mine. The second part I think I came up with through writing about my grief process with my father. ❤️
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9657488-grief-i-ve-learned-is-really-just-love-it-s-all-the
Hugs from Idaho!
That is beautiful expression and translation of the way I feel, James. Thank you for sharing. And for the hugs!
Wow this is precious. "We walked back through time, singing songs she sang to me when I was a child, songs she sang with her sisters, songs her mother used to sing to her; lullabies in Portuguese, ditties in English, the Ave Maria in Latin, Mae de Deus Saibbini in Konkanni. The memory of those thirty minutes will last me my lifetime." Grief is not only motion, but perhaps celebration in motion. Thank you for this story.
It is a very treasured memory, Rick. I was privileged to be by her side. If my sister had been with her, however, I dare say they would have had a much broader repertoire!