Memories are more kaleidoscope than movie. They’re vivid – and fragmented. And they shift when jostled.
Here’s one. Mom toted my brother, Mark, and me to a house filled from parlor to living room with women. I don’t recall the gathering’s purpose, but our purpose was to sing. Still aged in single digits, we brothers could have sung soprano and probably did – quaking together through “Edelweiss” from “The Sound of Music.”
Here’s another. Mom directed a children’s Christmas choir, and she commanded me, still under age 10, to play accompaniment for “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” My piano skills didn’t match the task, which Mom surely knew. I pounded through the ordeal as nimbly as hail on tin.
And one more. Much later, Mom sang “The Lord’s Prayer” in church during a reunion weekend. She sang beautifully – and for the last time I can remember. Soon after, throat cancer stole her voice.
I have more memories, including many that don’t involve music. We need them more today, for Mary Ruth “Rick” Rickertsen Gauger died early this morning. She lives in memories.
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You will learn to live without her, hard as that will be. You can still “talk” to her anytime. She hears you.
Steve, what a helpful and comforting thought. Thank you.
Jeff, your tribute is lovingly written in such gorgeous prose. I love seeing her with her white gloves. Such a Southern Lady thing. May her memory be a blessing. I am so sorry for your loss.
Darlene, thank you.
Jeff and Liz: I am so sorry to learn of your loss. May the comfort of memories, family and friends sustain you in your time of grief.
Thank so much, Carrie.
Hi Jeff,
Connie and I were sad to read about the passing of your mom. One thing nobody tells us is how hard it is to lose a parent. Be kind and patient with yourself during this time of re-adjusting. We are keeping you and Liz close in our thoughts.
Connie and Mark Whetstine
Thanks so much to you both. Your encouragement to be kind and patient is wise, and I’ll try to live into it.