I have different ways of remembering. I have framed an old sketch I came across that shows her in the first home we shared. “Shirley at the table with lots of things” I had written. “And Vitold” she’d added. I buy flowers; for the house, I say to myself, but really for her. I keep her favorite necklet on her night-table, sometimes I rotate it with bracelets and other pieces. Once in a rare while I spray her Sisley Eau de Soir—there is just a little left. What will I do when it runs out? We talk: Good morning I say. I tell her my plans for the day. I’m going shopping, I think I’ll stop at the wine store. I toast her when I open the bottle. I almost say “Santé,” but I stop myself. Not that.
REMEMBERING
Beautiful text. Very, very touching. Made me think about people that are no longer with us. Today is Mother’s Day. It has been more than 30 years that my mother passed away. It seems at the same time far away and very close.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
I do not know of anything that brings as much happiness and contentment as a happy marriage. We who have found joy in marriage are fortunate beyond words.