When my only daughter died, I promised her that I would use two words in her eulogy. They were.. "kind and sweet". I also promised her that I would continue her work, and tell her that I loved her every day.
Her father died in the same year. It was sudden and I was not there to make any promises. But I knew what he wanted...And it was done.
When I remarried 18 years ago, my second husband and I decided to display the pictures of our former spouses amongst the family photos. It made our children happy to know that we still included them in our lives and that we are who we are, in part, because they "danced" with us.
I make my resolutions on the anniversary of the death of my loved ones. It is a tradition. I light candles and recite prayers. It is done again in Autumn during the holy days of Rosh Hashanna and Yom Kippur.
I never knew this woman
whose picture you will find
throughout my home.
Grandmother of my grandchildren
wife to my husband, then.
My own daughter, no more a child.
A bride barely. Her soulful beauty, steadfast
on dresser, desk and wall.
She smiles at what was then.
I cry for what might have been.
And he, who watches over
me while I grow old, remains
His arms around our babies
when life was whole and new.
Not stored in drawers or
albums only, not mere portraits,
of those we love, but rather
Vigilantes of the promises we vowed to keep.
To Remember. Always remember.
On the upstairs hall Book case
On the table in corner of the living room.
In the dining room, on the refrigerator door, on my dresser. In the bathroom, in albums and in our hearts.
Remember with Joy
Remember with Thanks
The time we had was Precious