Mom was having to dig deeply, slowly into the vaults of memory for words to express simple thoughts, and I was having to plow through exhaustion for any expression. Not that it mattered very much, since we spent so much time together in the overlap area of our Venn Diagram. I wanted to turn on the lamp, and couldnt remember the name of the twisty light bulb. Both crossword puzzlers, we tried process of elimination: incandescent, LED, halogen, fluorescent, solar...it never came. This is the benign side of unfinished business with a loved one: we both understood, but neither could put a name to what we knew, the things beyond words. After all, the answer, compact fluorescent bulb, is meaningless, even absurd. The real truth is that light is light, regardless of its name. She is and was light, and that is changeless.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 18:24:47 +0000
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