losing history
Our beloved R passed away this morning, just 4 mos. shy of her 100th birthday. I heard the news from my roomie Rugby Girl and have felt so melancholy since. I am not sad for R. I am glad that she is finally going to be able to rest. I feel a loss for our Community, since she has been part of it for over 80 years, but really my sadness is selfish. It is funny how the death of someone can take us back into the pain and sadness of the death of another. I am always surprised at how my Dad's death (just over 2 year ago) can still evoke such anguish for me. I lay here in front of our fireplace missing my Dad, and thinking about all the things we miss out on without him being here. And I think too of our feisty R and what Community will look like without her. Death is a funny thing. I turn again to this, a favorite poem, I've used on my blog before. It really speas to something so sincere in my mind. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone Stop all the clocks, cut off th...