Your words, your voice, your feelings & your thoughts … everything so touchingly beautiful. I have often experienced a stormy surge of fear inside that one day I will forget things about my son. And then one day I found myself choosing REMEMBRANCE over fear of forgetting. And I feel his PRESENCE so preciously in my heart & mind.
I love your words -
“To remember the truth of someone is to forget the details.”
Neena, I so love the ‘choosing’ - and to feel his presence is such a gift. C.S. Lewis, in one of my favorite lines of all time says about his recently deceased wife ‘And the remarkable thing is that since I stopped bothering about it, she seems to meet me everywhere.’ And he goes on to say he doesn’t mean ‘meet’ like an apparition, he says ‘Rather, a sort of unobtrusive but massive sense that she is, just as much as ever, a fact to be taken into account.’ I think of Mike this way! Thanks for your comment. ❤️
This post reminded me my Russian grandfather would have us do the same egg “battle” at Passover! Thanks for the memory of a man who died too early in my life and I don’t think of often but had an important impact on me.
Ah those Russian grandparents have a lot in common Dave! I was lucky to have Tillie till she was 93. It is good to reflect sometimes on those who have not been with us as long as we would have liked, but still shape who we are. Thanks.
What I always remember is the hug my grandfather gave me as he was dying, and the soft, "Oh," he whispered in my ear (he couldn't talk then). He knew losing him was my biggest fear. I loved him more than anything, and he was the only unconditional love I had in my family. While I was trying to be strong for me, once again, he was giving strength and protection to me. And he always gave the best hugs. Another wonderful post, Sue. Congratulations on everything. (And I love Tillie!) xo
Love the thoughts on the back and forth flow of strength Sandra. We never know when we are actually the giver or receiver. Your grandfather sounds amazing. And Tillie was amazing in her own way (and just cute as a button, all 4’11” of her). Thanks! ❤️
Your words, your voice, your feelings & your thoughts … everything so touchingly beautiful. I have often experienced a stormy surge of fear inside that one day I will forget things about my son. And then one day I found myself choosing REMEMBRANCE over fear of forgetting. And I feel his PRESENCE so preciously in my heart & mind.
I love your words -
“To remember the truth of someone is to forget the details.”
Many thanks
Neena, I so love the ‘choosing’ - and to feel his presence is such a gift. C.S. Lewis, in one of my favorite lines of all time says about his recently deceased wife ‘And the remarkable thing is that since I stopped bothering about it, she seems to meet me everywhere.’ And he goes on to say he doesn’t mean ‘meet’ like an apparition, he says ‘Rather, a sort of unobtrusive but massive sense that she is, just as much as ever, a fact to be taken into account.’ I think of Mike this way! Thanks for your comment. ❤️
We seem to share feelings & thoughts on this matter including Lewis’ timeless wisdom
This post reminded me my Russian grandfather would have us do the same egg “battle” at Passover! Thanks for the memory of a man who died too early in my life and I don’t think of often but had an important impact on me.
Ah those Russian grandparents have a lot in common Dave! I was lucky to have Tillie till she was 93. It is good to reflect sometimes on those who have not been with us as long as we would have liked, but still shape who we are. Thanks.
What I always remember is the hug my grandfather gave me as he was dying, and the soft, "Oh," he whispered in my ear (he couldn't talk then). He knew losing him was my biggest fear. I loved him more than anything, and he was the only unconditional love I had in my family. While I was trying to be strong for me, once again, he was giving strength and protection to me. And he always gave the best hugs. Another wonderful post, Sue. Congratulations on everything. (And I love Tillie!) xo
Love the thoughts on the back and forth flow of strength Sandra. We never know when we are actually the giver or receiver. Your grandfather sounds amazing. And Tillie was amazing in her own way (and just cute as a button, all 4’11” of her). Thanks! ❤️
Thanks so much, Sue. And I was trying to be strong for him not me! Good gawd. xo
Thank you for sharing!