In December I spend more time than usual visiting my dead, and this December marks the twentieth anniversary of my husband’s death. Each week brings more and more loss. My parents are gone, my aunts and uncles. When I look at photos from my childhood, none of the adults are alive today. Friends and acquaintances make their frequent exits.
Oh, yes. Too true. And losses don’t stop. I think of lost friends and family when I use things that were theirs or encounter views or places they loved.
Of course, this resonates. At 86, I'm the eldest of my branch of family, and just a few weeks ago my slightly younger first cousin, someone I thought of as my brother-cousin, died. Family lives on in our memories, and also -- if we're fortunate -- in our next generations.
beautiful
Jessica- you are indeed a treasure, and cherished by those who know and love you
Oh, yes!
Going to visit my 98-year-old aunt tomorrow, the last of her generation in my family. Hope she knows me. I'm in Kansas.
Oh, yes. Too true. And losses don’t stop. I think of lost friends and family when I use things that were theirs or encounter views or places they loved.
Of course, this resonates. At 86, I'm the eldest of my branch of family, and just a few weeks ago my slightly younger first cousin, someone I thought of as my brother-cousin, died. Family lives on in our memories, and also -- if we're fortunate -- in our next generations.
Very moving. Echoes in me.
Jessica, I love elaborating and cherishing the memories. Thank you for this poignant well written reminder 🌹
Thanks Larry.
Lovely piece, Jessica. Yes, it's good to make time for our dead and our memories; it means making time to remember our own lives.
Touching vivid memories that keep our family and dear friends alive in our hearts.
Yes. Thank you.♥️🙏🏽☮️