Written Umbilical Cord
One year before my mother's death, I encouraged her to start journaling her childhood memories. I never knew if she accepted my suggestion until I found her journal after the funeral. I was overwhelmed to find personal statements like, "Monique, I wanted you to know..." in her journal. I want to give that same gift to my children someday.
What an unspeakable privilege it was, and is, to read my mother's journal: her honesty, her thoughts, her dreams, her struggles, and her unshakable faith in God. Holding her thoughts in my hand is like a life source between us--a connection, a written umbilical cord. The best thing about having her journal is that I can go over her writings, again and again, without forgetting what she said.
When I visit her grave site, I look down and think...truly, here lies buried treasure.
Here's to keeping the ink flowing,
LadyM~Monique Berry.
What an unspeakable privilege it was, and is, to read my mother's journal: her honesty, her thoughts, her dreams, her struggles, and her unshakable faith in God. Holding her thoughts in my hand is like a life source between us--a connection, a written umbilical cord. The best thing about having her journal is that I can go over her writings, again and again, without forgetting what she said.
When I visit her grave site, I look down and think...truly, here lies buried treasure.
Here's to keeping the ink flowing,
LadyM~Monique Berry.
posted by Monique Berry | 10:24 p.m.
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My mom made phone calls from the after life for a month or two after her passing, along with a strong sense of loving presence, the best of her, the pure light that is the "through Him, with Him and In Him" the beautiful essence of the "soul" that has been stripped of all earthly griefs, sorrows, hatreds that shaped her light/life and my vision/understanding and experience of her earthly being.
While she was unskilled with pen and paper, she left her mark written in my heart mind and being indelible in its own way, and with the gift of education to write for her, for her family, who she was for me. Then and now. Cynthia
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