And last time when I went to see her we were talking and she looked at me and said
“all those times... all the... things”
and I knew she meant all our memories of our lives together as a family, and was grieving for them. So I put my arms around her and our cheeks together and said
“they’re all still with us in our hearts”
and she replied
“yes... but... it all goes away.”
It's too sad. I can’t bear it. We cried a bit. Then I started going on about some silly thing like my dog, or Joe cooking us dinner, and she seemed to forget the sad moment.
I wish I could memorialize the good memories somehow. Christmas lights, fireplace, sunroom, afternoon tea, the magnolia tree, England, scotch eggs, putting my head on her lap in church when I was little, her Dundee cake, feeding the squirrels the crunchy peanut butter on good bread...
I wish she would just pass away in peace thinking of good memories with her family. No more grief!!
(Ps I wish Grief was a topic we could pick... could it be?)