Saturday, mild and sun-dappled, was our yearly gathering in memory of an extraordinary Mom who died six years ago. She had a unique way of being empathetic and elegant... wise and worldly; but at the same time, she was easygoing, often irreverant, funny, and adventurous. We'll always miss her madly, but her memorial is never sad, it's always just a fun family get-together on a warm, golden November day.
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Saturday, November 11, 2006 - In Memory of June Hannigan
Saturday, mild and sun-dappled, was our yearly gathering in memory of an extraordinary Mom who died six years ago. She had a unique way of being empathetic and elegant... wise and worldly; but at the same time, she was easygoing, often irreverant, funny, and adventurous. We'll always miss her madly, but her memorial is never sad, it's always just a fun family get-together on a warm, golden November day.
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Lovely post, Patricia. Our family recently lost my brother, and it's good to see another family overcome the pain and learn to celebrate the memory. I hope we do the same soon enough ...
ReplyDeleteMy condolences to you, even years later things can still be painful.
ReplyDeleteLost my mom to cancer in '83 when she was 43...I was 14, losing parents leaves a big sense of emptiness in one's life.
Thanks for the kind words.
ReplyDeleteThough we celebrate Mom's memory, there is in fact, an acute sense of emptiness that lingers still...it'll probably always be there. In the end you come to realize that it's an inevitable part of life, and I think that moment, the moment of that realization, is the true end of innocence.
Wishing you the best memories of your departed loved ones.
Hi Patricia -
ReplyDeleteMy sincere sympathy as you commemorate your Mom's life.
My Dad passed away quite suddenly in August '03, and it DOES change your perspective on life...
I had been unable to capture the essence of my feelings in words until I saw the following paragraph that one of the golf writers used when describing Byron Nelson's passing at the end of September:
"The real tragedy of aging is that we die a little ourselves each time someone who has touched us passes on. That they live on in us cannot ameliorate the pain of their permanent absence."
It captured the essence of the feelings that I had been unable to express for over three years, and I found it both encouraging and reassuring that others felt the same way...
I hope it brings you a little comfort, too...