… except our memories.
Son, Brother, Friend
He was loved by many in his short time on this earth. After 50 years we miss him, still.
From the day he left this earth, my mom kept his memory alive for all of us. We don’t know what he endured as a sailor. As a protective spirit, he didn’t tell her everything he experienced on land or at sea – some of the good and sadly, none of the bad.
My mom loved her son more than she loved herself. I am sure she would have held him and held him… if she could. She would not let him go… until she had to.
I believe that our son, brother, and friend closed his eyes and breathed his last breath with a broken heart.
My mother sensed it.
I don’t think her heart ever could have broken more. 🥀 💔
they ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
their memories
and I keep on remembering mine
– Lucille Clifton
Mom’s gone now. Dad, too. Our family is much smaller, barely a tiny presence on this planet. We have our memories – good and bad – to sustain and comfort us.
Sending every one of you love today and everyday.
Baadaye
Shirley J 🌹
