We did it. We finally went through Mom's place.
Sorting, discovering, claiming, giving away....
Right now, the experience simply defies words.
The motherhood of all bitter-sweetness.
This heart is a torrent of feelings,
some piled high and some carved low.
But this head! ? ugh! ---
it just seems to run around in an irreverent sort of way,
playing hide and seek inside that place.
That space of tumultuous terrain.
Hence the 'no words' dilemma.
I'm glad to have this album of pictures to help me remember the way it was.
The song playing through the slideshow is
Perfect Peace by Laura Story.
It is fitting -- but again, only strangely so.
My niece Julia (or was it Emily?) found her grandmother's old, sun beaten calendar which,
on the day of her death records a curious but appropriate thought and prayer:
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what
God has prepared for those who love him"
I Corinthians 2:9
O Lord, lead me Home to heaven
by whatever way I must go.
