“ It's a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction, a bittersweet nostalgia for a moment not yet past. ”
People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...
~ Christina Baker Kline
I've come to think that's what heaven is - a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.
Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ...Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.
Something inexorable seeds itself in the place of your origin. You can never escape the bonds of family history, no matter how far you travel.
