I don’t know why, but the Robert Burns poem is stuck in my head today. I’ve mentioned before that I was blessed to have some wonderful teachers in my life, and Mr. Murray’s love of poetry stuck with me. With no offense intended to any college professors, I dare say his junior high lessons on “death poems” were perhaps some of the most cerebral, impactful moments in my education.
Yesterday’s sunset made me wonder if God is a Wahoo (UVA fan), and reminded me of perhaps my favorite death poem by one of my favorite poets, Tennyson’s Crossing the Bar. Had my mother not already planned her own memorial service, I might have included this poem, as she did seem to have slipped away peacefully.
Several of you have checked in on me, by email and otherwise, and I do appreciate it. My blogging silence will likely continue; I intend to resume normalcy with each passing day, but it’s a busy time for the League and at work, and I’m still finding just putting one foot in front of the other pretty taxing. Please don’t worry; I have a wonderful support network and I really am fine, but I’m requiring much more coddling of myself than usual.
Yesterday was another milestone in my life. Twenty years have passed now without my father. It seems impossible that I’m fast approaching a point where I will have lived as long without him as I did with him here in the moment. Time flies. A slightly younger friend laughed a little bitterly Thursday night and so sagely shared that if there was one thing she wished someone had made her understand sooner, it would be that as we age, time seems to march at an increasingly faster pace. ‘Tis true.
I’m guessing this photo was from about 1974 or even earlier. That’s me with my parents and Raggedy Ann.
There are many posts I owe you. I guess you won’t get to see the dishcloths I knitted as Christmas gifts, because I didn’t remember to take photos first and #4 of the group is still on the needle – yes, singular, because Sissy has done something with the other one and it hasn’t turned up. Yes, I’m sure I have another of the same size, probably even the same brand, but I haven’t bothered to dig that out either. There is knitting though, and so very much reading. Maybe the next post won’t have a touch of melancholy and will actually share something fun.
Any milestones in your life? What do you wish you’d known sooner?