Deep in December
… Our Hearts Do Remember

My mother died earlier this month.

I miss her in a million ways. Grief is my companion. And so is joy.

icy bubble resting on an icy plant

For Those Who Have Died

‘Tis a fearful thing
To love
What death can touch.
To love, to hope, to dream,
And oh, to lose.

A thing for fools, this,
But a holy thing.
To love what death can touch.

For your life has lived in me;
Your laugh once lifted me;
Your word was a gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

‘Tis a human thing, love,
A holy thing,
To love
What death can touch.

By Judah Halevi or Emanuel of Rome