There’s a priceless little book available entitled, “In Loving Memory.” Within its pages are the thoughts and deep inner feelings of various people – some whose names we recognize and some we don’t. Some are labeled “anonymous.”
But all have to do with comforting those who are sad.
Compiled by a man named Dan Zadra, the simple cover, a dandelion bloom gone to fluffy seed, was designed by Seattle artist Lianne Onart.
Someone gave this book to my sisters’ family after she died on September 28. Sitting in her home, I opened it and began to read and could not – did not – put it down until the last page was turned, the last word read.
For what comforted me were little snapshots of words that grabbed my soul and seemed to be written for my sister alone. I don’t think George A. Crile knew Lori but he wrote this:
“We are gathered together in her memory. If you seek her memorial, look around you – it’s in the hearts of her family, in the faces of her children, in her writings and in her home.”
So very true!
There wasn’t a vignette I could not relate to. I want to include a few more here hoping that if you have lost a loved one, you also may be touched by the words that have come from the hearts of others.
Consider this my weekend gift to you – my readers:
- There are some who bring a light so great to the world that even after they have gone, the light remains. Anonymous
- This disease caused all the greatness in her to rise to the surface. What I loved about her is that when somebody is so much on the edge of life, you only say the truth to them, and they only say the truth to you. I’d like to live as she did – diving at every day and grabbling pleasure when you can. Anonymous
- All who have been touched by beauty are touched by a sparrow at its passing. Anonymous
- I did not come to comfort you; only God can do that. But I did come to say how deeply and tenderly I feel for you. Anonymous
- Come on now, it helps to sing! – Judy Collins
- It has been said that there are several ways to mourn. One is to weep and we have done our share of weeping. Another way to mourn is to sing, to sing a hymn to life, a life that still abounds in sights and sounds and vivid colors. We sing the songs of our beloved; we aspire to their qualities of spirit; we take up their tasks as they would have shouldered them. – Rabbi Jack Stern Jr.
- The play, “Our Town,” opens with these words: “I don’t care what they say; everybody knows that something is eternal. – Thornton Wilder
- We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance. Anonymous
- To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Anonymous
- Sometimes the strong die, too. Anonymous
- Compassion is your pain I feel in my heart – Hospice Saying
- Death is no more than passing from one room to another. But there’s a difference for me, you know, because in that other room I shall see. Helen Keller
I’m sure this book is available at all book stores. It’s also on amazon.com for $14.99.