This post was written for me today! I was lamenting over how much I miss my dad as today is his birthday but he has been gone for 15 years now and so often I long to speak to him. Today, on his 93 birthday, I would love to pick up the phone and wish him a happy birthday! After reading your post, I now feel like I have!
Just this morning I saw this poem by Wendell Berry, The Loved Ones. Your post beckons it.
The loved ones we call the dead
depart from us and for a while
are absent. And then as if
called back by our love, they come
near us again. They enter our dreams.
We feel they have been near us
when we have not thought of them.
They are simply here, simply waiting
while we are distracted among
our obligations. At last
it comes to us. They live now
in the permanent world.
We are the absent ones.
Your mom, the pie, and all the many iterations, keep being called back and are near again, always there, always waiting, living in your permanent world. Very nice. Thank you!
This post was written for me today! I was lamenting over how much I miss my dad as today is his birthday but he has been gone for 15 years now and so often I long to speak to him. Today, on his 93 birthday, I would love to pick up the phone and wish him a happy birthday! After reading your post, I now feel like I have!
Oh Darrie I love that! We were talking about you today as we reminisced Thanksgiving and all our holidays together…
Just this morning I saw this poem by Wendell Berry, The Loved Ones. Your post beckons it.
The loved ones we call the dead
depart from us and for a while
are absent. And then as if
called back by our love, they come
near us again. They enter our dreams.
We feel they have been near us
when we have not thought of them.
They are simply here, simply waiting
while we are distracted among
our obligations. At last
it comes to us. They live now
in the permanent world.
We are the absent ones.
Your mom, the pie, and all the many iterations, keep being called back and are near again, always there, always waiting, living in your permanent world. Very nice. Thank you!
I love Wendell Berry. This is beautiful. Also from him that I think about often:
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.”
After all these years, I can honestly say there is no such thing as a bad black bottom pie.
Your gifts extend beyond measure.