In search of my mothers garden,I found my own. At a time of loss,our heritage-that succession of genes and circumstance that brought us into being-assumes even greater importance in our minds.Or maybe its that everything thats important becomes more important with the intensity of feeling that loss brings on. We may cherish anew our forebears,savoring who they were and what they have passed on to us,not only physical characteristics like eye color and body shape,but things like a gift for math,a love of gardening,or even favorite foods.So we strengthen our ties of love and take comfort from the networks of history of which we and our loved ones are a part. I rejoice in the rich fabric of family and friends which holds me safe,and grateful,at a time like this.
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 13:42:10 +0000
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