Death is such a strange thing, loved ones who have shared your life, suddenly gone. Yet all their things are left behind, their shoes, their hats, their voice on the answering machine, all the little life mementos that they saved in a shoebox, now meaningless. And the world spins on without them just like they never existed. I once heard it said that death was like pulling your hand out of water, you can't tell you were ever there, so true.And for those who do remember all those discarded things take on a new meaning. They become a last link to a loved one who has suddenly disappeared. All his insignificant possessions take on new celebrity because he touched them. As if we needed physical proof that he did indeed exist, or that we could somehow reach him by holding them.
In moments of clarity I realize that all I really have left is my memory of him and what he taught me, which fortunately for me was a great deal.
Ah, my darling Sis, You have written so eloquently of what is so true....insignificant possessons of those who have traveled on do indeed take on a new celebrity because of their touch. That is a profound observation.
ReplyDeleteHow are you doing? I have been thinking a lot of you over the past two days. ((hugs))