Friday, September 11, 2009

By request, remembrance…

For Charles, who is remembering a brother killed at the World Trade Center.

And for Margaret, who remembers a son fallen in the war that followed.

Hold your memories close…clutch them fiercely to you…for they are a most precious gift.

Let tears fall if they threaten.

Let laughter ring out, should it tremble in your throat.

Let it all be as it is today…real, raw and true…your personal remembrance of one who was and is still loved.

And may those memories be a comfort to you today and the days that follow.

“In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despite, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus

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