TURN AGAIN TO LIFE: Mary Lee Hall
be not like others sore undone, who keep
long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake – turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I, perchance may therein comfort you.
Hall's poem, which was used at Princess Diana's funeral, captures my understanding of Joanne's point of view. In conversations with several of her friends it became apparent that she worried that I'd become a social isolate after she died. Well, I have but I blame COVID. When I suggested things I might do after her death, e.g., going to Norway, she enthusiastically encouraged me. There is comfort in living in a way that she'd approve and it's not a stretch to think in this way she is comforting me.
The proximity of the cemetery where she is buried to The Little House is a gift. Several times a week I visit her grave. While I don't stay long it' a comfort to attend to her grave. I'm grateful that she chose to be buried here and in that too she comforts me.
So it is on this day.......
Takk for alt,
Al
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