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For all the ways love remembers us... Us. Is it two, or six? Me and you, or the whole of us, including our children? It must be six, as they represent four of the ways love remembers us. In their hearts, in their actions, the curves of their faces. You, me... our creations. What is way number one? Our first date? The first "I love you"? Are the ways even countable like drops in a sea? Evaporation, rain, even the storms that build adding pressure and tension. Should I count the storms as love? Or perhaps it was our endurance of them? Our children aren't merely a product of love, they are beings all their own, carrying DNA, bad habits, humor and interesting characteristics. I so often tell them, "just like Dad," with longing, love and pride. We all want to conjure you back to our present. This, I know, is a way love remembers us. Even as it pierces with unavoidable pain. What, exactly, does love remembering us feel like? Joy? Sorrow? Life living itself through our mortal actions? And when I am gone, too, will the memories fade? Even our children can't conjure up - in words, stories, or emotion - the exactness of our love. And now that you aren't here, I'm not sure I am doing any justice in trying. Photos, things, stories... all inadequate reflections of you, but I grasp. Even in tapestry. I started a new embroidery project. A photo of you and Kendall fishing. An iconic photo. Your smile, her eagerness, the fishing line with a mark of something at the surface of the river. Stitch by stitch, I am doing my best to do it justice. The strands of gray at your temple, your form and strength and pride. I know it is just a rough depiction of that tender, yet vibrant, moment. I know my stitches are hopeful, verging on the bank of perfectionism. But that's me. My memories, my heart, my artistry wanting to convey just one solid way of how love remembers us. Inspired by a line in a poem by Alison Luterman: "how love remembers us."
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AK Gypsy
5/23/2021 09:09:45 pm
sigh... love remembers us. I never thought of it in this way. My know that love remembers me is when I am working on something and feel the wisdom of my husband coming through me to do it in an easier more efficient way. I know it must be him, still loving me, as I sit back in surprise at what I am capable of. We had no children so I don't have the physical daily reminders. Just the memories in my heart and the voices in my head. Now I must go find Alison Luterman: "how love remembers us."
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5/30/2021 06:28:27 pm
I love how you notice this aspect of "how love remembers us" - when you are doing something in a way you know you learned from your late husband. The same shows up for me, too. Eric was a contractor and when I hear the wisdom of his words, or capably do something he taught me, I can FEEL the love that will always be remembered in such ordinary ways.
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