I just had a migraine (well, just the aura), and I’m thinking about how Ginger would sit by me when I wasn’t feeling well. I miss her now, because she isn’t here. She didn’t have to stop doing anything to comfort me. She just knew when to sit by me and wait.
Once upon a time, I memorized a little poem that I can say when I miss someone who’s gone. It’s this:
Turn Again to Life
Mary Lee Hall
If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust and weep.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.
It’s about the words, but it’s also about the repetition. It’s almost like a prayer, only not.
Then there is this advice I gave to Britty when she was upset about life and couldn’t stop crying (somewhat like me, I think):
Breathe in the roses
Blow out the bubbles
Instead, I just have a parrot staring at me. 🙂
evelynlin 