As St. Thomas Aquinas almost said, the people we love tell us what we are.
People live on in the memories of the loved ones they leave behind. There are still enough of us alive to remember today: twelve, and eleven years later. Some day, their memories will be diluted further in their descendants. But even at many parts per million, those departed loved ones are remembered.
Thus, our parents remain alive in the world, and what they taught us, others will learn.
To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
2 comments:
Good thoughts for a sad day.
I hesitated to be the first to bring up the anniversary, yet was perversely disappointed when no one else did. Nice to belatedly find thisreflection on an ultimate rite of passage.
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