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29 July 2011


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This is a wonderfully eloquent post about an experience that is hard to describe. Thanks for writing it. I hoped that you were doing all right, and I'm glad that you are gradually rejoining the world of the living.

Joe Clark

You are irrevocably transformed and your mother is gone.

You still have us.


Things won't never come back to normal. You, your brother, your father, are transformed. And as you're not forgetting her, she won't be gone, even if you'll miss her.

6 months after my companion's father died, his wife organised a meeting for family and friends, a kind of party. We sat in the garden and everyone touched by the ball we, one after, lend, has to tell a story about him.
It was really beautiful and peaceful. A part of the mourning and remembrance.


I can guarantee that you will not forget your mother, nor will any of us who follow your blog.


Sweetheart, life will never be normal again. It keeps moving on, with or without you, but you are changed. Your mother will come to mind through the years at moments you wish for her comfort or company or wisdom. Not all sad, but of course many will be. You will always carry her with you.

I have lost almost all of 1996 from memory, with the exception of five visits with my dying brother. Little else remains, the fire of desperate memories having burned the rest away. Keep writing. You may come back to it and read it as new. Move through all the emotions and own it as your right. Do what you need to do, including nothing at all.

And bless Sts. Asaph and Joan.


Dear Jason -- a beautiful and heart-felt piece. It brought back memories of my own parents' deaths -- something that happens only one time each, and forever life-altering. Thanks for your clear and wise reflections.


But let me reveal to you a wonderful secret. We will not all die, but we will all be transformed. It will happen in a moment, in the blink of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds, those who have died will be raised to live forever. And we who are living will also be transformed.

Doug K

I appreciate the thoughtfulness with which you write, all the more so in this moving post. I knew you when I was at your parish, though not well, and am thinking of you in your time of loss, and of course have no words. Bless Sts. Joan and Asaph -- they are angels.

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