April 20, 2014
Bright, sunny, cool.
Mom: In the quiet of the early morning hours I remembered some of the expressions you used when Springtime and Easter were near such as:
“Bright Spring, New Beginnings!”
“It’s Spring and the world is born anew.”
and most importantly,
“We are the Easter People.”
This last one resonates so vividly with me as the season changes from Winter to Spring. We live through the dark and cold days of winter with the hope and confidence only faith can bring. We anticipate the return of the bright days, the warmth of the earth, the fragrance of the flowers and the soft breezes rustling the leaves in the trees.
Of course all that blows away once allergy season sets in but still, as you said, it’s best for us to raise our thoughts above the mundane.
I feel a great sense of rebirth after the visits to Pinelawn and St. Charles on Good Friday. To meet John Milone and Karen Kennedy, the descendants of Great Uncle Irving and Great Aunt Dorothy was indescribable. And when we paused at your resting place I felt a sense of past meeting present. Each of us could touch and connect to some part of the past we longed to know about. And for a special period of time that is what happened.
The entire day was one you would describe as being caught in the flow of God’s love. Although we were moving through the day in terms of motion, the focus and the feeling between past and present took a pause. Everything was suffused with the quality you called an everpresent fullness of God’s love. Each part of the day was so perfect and so right it could not have come about without a higher power bringing it all together. Truly, it took me all of yesterday to come down to earth and pure mundane activities.
In fact I better come back down to everyday life–I misplaced the gas bill and have no idea where it went!
This winter never seemed like it would end. The display in your curio cabinet had not been changed since Advent of 2013. January, February and March came and went and the same collectibles and treasures were still on display from before Christmas. Last week I finally cleared a space of time all to myself. You know I’m not very clever or creative with arranging your little treasures the way you could. I do the best I can.
I decided to take out all your fuzzy toys and Beanie Babies and put them into the Curio Cabinet. Having those few hours to focus on changing the display was very soothing and enabled me to feel close to you again.
You had told me that the family tree should be a tree of life, a living story that anyone can read, even those not within the family. There had to be a take-away to each chapter, something people could think about and compare to their own experiences. It had to be more than just a pedigree chart and a way to document the bloodline. In order for me to achieve that I also had to start a family history project.
Your side of the family is beginning to come into that flow, too. There is so much information coming and so much enjoyment in the reunions. Still, I promise you I will never, ever rush anything and run the story out of sequence. All in good time, one after another, our family from the past will enter the narrative. The tree will grow and flourish. It’s my hope that even relatives by marriage will find enough in the tree to take away and begin their own.
Look at what you started!
I love you always.