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Mother,       My heart looks for you everywhere.  When I arrive at the airport.  When I enter your house.  Looking in the dining room I see Regina – and for a second – my heart thinks she is you.  My heart skips a beat and a flash of excitement runs through me – only to be sobered by reality. [...]

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Dear Mother,      Right now, everyone is gone.  It is evening and I sit in the living room in the middle of the sofa and I feel only a fraction of what you must have felt every time the troops arrived and departed.  There is a lump in my throat, a sadness in my eyes, a [...]

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Mother,      We go through your things too quickly.  Thousands of objects in this house – big ones, little ones, your hands have touched them all.      I learned recently that our hands and arms are part of the energy circuitry of our hearts.  That means your heart has also touched each of these objects. [...]

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Mother,      Efficiency and love are definitely NOT the same thing.  I remember reading that speed is not of the devil, it IS the devil.  I don’t know if that is true (I enjoy lots of fast things) but I find my curiosity for efficiency is almost completely gone.  I am giving way to the [...]

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There they are…

Mother,      On Monday we looked out the sunroom window and there was a redbird couple in the tree. A male and a female redbird together.  Suzie saw it too, and we said, “There they are.”      How many years I watched you watching the birds in your garden and in your trees.  From the [...]

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Dear Mother,      Do you remember when I was about 9 years old, I asked you what is it like in heaven?  You told me that it is very beautiful there and when you’re in heaven you’re with God and you are very, very happy.  And absolutely all of your desires are met.  As soon [...]

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Mother, Brutality as a communication style is hardly what I would have expected within days of your passing.  And I see it is simply an habitual way we all have of relating.  Ugh.  Too bad.  I remember it causing you pain many times.      When everyone is gone the house is peaceful – as if you [...]

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Dear Mother, It’s so hard to know at this moment whether I’m doing “the right things”. Spontaneous, right action is beautiful when people allow it and trust. Everything else is pure hell. I can only imagine how many times it was that you were trying to express the depth of your love for us, your [...]

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