“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Tennyson
Today would have been my cousin Kerry’s birthday. She would have been 44, only 3 years older than I am. She died this past September 1st on my anniversary. I was just getting to know her since I grew up so far away in Fairbanks, Alaska and she lived in Florida (where I was born). Facebook brought us together though and we began talking on the phone. She loved the things I was knitting and wanted me to make her a pink sweater like the one I was making (and never finished). Now I can’t knit without thinking about her. I am so sad thinking of how much time was lost before I got to know her as much as I did and sad about how much time was taken away.
- I am thankful for memories of loved ones that are no longer with us.
- I am thankful for the time I had with them.
- I am thankful for the memory of their voice so I can still hear them as if they were still here with me.
- I am thankful for angels.