“Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of bereavement? What do we do with the memory – or in the memory – of the beloved? Some commemorate love with statuary, but behavior, too, is a memorial, as is a well-lived life. In death, there is always the promise of hope. The key is opening, rather than numbing, ourselves to pain. Above all, we must show our children how to celebrate existence in all its beauty, and how to get up after life has knocked us down, time and again. Half-dead, we stand. And together, we salute love. Because in the end, that’s all that matters. How hard we loved, and how hard we tried.” ―Antonella Gambotto-Burke
“When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.”
My Uncle would have been sixty-seven today. As we move towards the holidays, I find myself really missing certain individuals. People who made life easier to live, to enjoy, etc. He’s one of those people. Te amo.
“Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.” ―Cassandra Clare
“My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things.” ―John Marsden
“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
In memory of The Original Goddess Kitten, who I lost three years ago tonight.
“How do I love thee? Infinity times infinity.”
“The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.” ―Marcus Tullius Cicero