"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, November 07, 2011

Magpie #90 or No Place

I know you're here

I know you're there

Always in my heart with me


Twenty five years ago my mother died.

Within 24 hours of her death my father

had her cremated and ashes scattered over

the Sierras. No one, not even my father,

went on the plane. I have always felt remorse

that she was alone on her final journey.

19 comments:

Helen said...

Kathe this is sad ....... home from Atlanta after 10 days away! Good to be back in Bend!!!

anthonynorth said...

Such poignant, heartfelt words.

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

this is so sad. But for sure she is already happy and resting in the light of the Almighty Father...

JJRod'z

Jinksy said...

But in reality, part of us is alone throughout our whole lives... :)

Celia said...

Those things stay with us, my mother did that with her mother.
And yes, they are always with us in our hearts.

Brian Miller said...

mmm...yes to make that final journey alone would be rather sad...i am glad she still live within your heart...

Lyn said...

Not alone...part of the wind, always in your heart. So poignant.

Roy Schulze said...

A sad story, thanks for sharing. I'm all for cremation myself, but I'd still like a stone, which I touch upon a little in my Magpie this week: A Plot Both Great and Grand.

Kathy Bischoping said...

Been there! Not that same specific There, but different versions. And it BITES! I bet you excel at listening to or counselling others in similar remorseful shoes but saying those same things to oneself somehow does not work as well...

Isabel Doyle said...

grief takes us to unknown places - sadly, great photos and thoughts

Nicholas V. said...

This is a very poignant and very melancholy piece. The explanatory lines make your piece even more heart-wrenching...

Lena said...

It's heart-tugging this. So quick, as well. These words always comfort me:

"When I am gone, split a piece of wood, I shall be there, lift a stone and you will find me"

I can't for the life of me remember where I heard them but they're my heart connection to my mum - gone almost 25 years , too!

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful tribute...

Margaret said...

Always in my heart...

Yes, still alive.

Carrie Burtt said...

Kathe I am so sorry for your loss....but in that final journey we are never alone.....thank you for sharing of your heart....:-)

HyperCRYPTICal said...

So sad - but I am sure she was not alone - she was flying with the angels.

Anna :o]

ds said...

Oh how sad, Kathe, although I'm sure she is always with you. Such poignant words. Thank you.

Tumblewords: said...

Sorry for your regret. My mother has been gone that long, too, and I still have thoughts of 'only if'...

The Gooseberry Garden said...

elegant.wow.

welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.

:)