Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Holes and Spaces

Holes. Spaces. Little empty places.
When people we love and care about leave us, their passing leaves a permanent void.

I still feel the space that my mom used to fill -- and although it may sound odd, it is not painful. It gives me comfort and I never want it filled ... it is a placeholder for the love she gave and the place that only she occupied. Not a bad thing ... just a fact. We all leave little holes (if we are lucky) if we have meant something special to someone.

The threads of our relationships and family bonds weave a delicate fabric. Death can unravel, snag the thread. And our weathered tapestry is a testament to the depth and richness of our life.

Holes. Spaces. Little empty places.
Little gaps we can't replace. Nor would we want to.


  1. Per one of your favourite Helen Keller quotes:
    “What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us…"

  2. heavy sweet sigh...
    Thank you Lynda ♥

    Daughter #2

  3. This is beautiful. Something to strive for- living a life worthy of that type of memory.


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