Our dear mother and grandmother died twelve years ago today, January 9th. Now she lives through us and our memories of her. But how we would love to see her and talk to her again!
Jeff and Pla, Jenn, John, Daniel and James
“Cipriano Algor approached his wife’s grave, she has been under there for three years now, three years during which she has appeared nowhere, not in the house, not in the pottery, not in bed, not beneath the shade of the mulberry tree, nor at the clay pit beneath the scorching sun, she has not sat down again at the table or at the potter’s wheel . . .” Jose Saramago The Cave
