4
“Yes Annie, it was all very sad. As years pass, life and relationships grow complex. When we lost Janet, I learned LIFE’s most difficult lesson. Nothing belongs to us. Not things and certainly not people. That’s especially true about the people we love most. Either we die or they die. Whoever lives longest loses an entire generation. Maybe that’s why pious Jews are garbed in white shrouds and buried in pine boxes without personal adornments of any kind. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.”
“Yes Annie, it was all very sad. As years pass, life and relationships grow complex. When we lost Janet, I learned LIFE’s most difficult lesson. Nothing belongs to us. Not things and certainly not people. That’s especially true about the people we love most. Either we die or they die. Whoever lives longest loses an entire generation. Maybe that’s why pious Jews are garbed in white shrouds and buried in pine boxes without personal adornments of any kind. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.”
Placing my arm protectively around the shoulders of my precious mother, I pick up where she leaves off, “I remember Dad saying Grandma Bailey had been so in love with Grandpa Yacob that she'd glowed in his presence. That after his death, her spirit never recaptured its spark. Makes me wonder what Grandma had been like while Grandpa was alive. I was close with Grandma, and I never thought of her as dispirited.”
“Grandma Bailey loved Grandpa deeply, Annie. Though she did regain a happy outlook on life, Dad was right about her spirit. She never recaptured that same zest for life. And having lost Dad, I know exactly how she must have felt.”
No comments:
Post a Comment