Monday, September 26, 2011

You Can Love Me Most...

Yesterday we gathered as a family, along with a number of my Dad's dear friends, to unveil Dad's headstone. To say it was an incredibly emotional experience, is a complete understatement. My father was not perfect, by any means, but he had such an amazing presence of being. He was always traveling. He was involved. He was more than smart. He was always trying. It was something I've heard over and over since his passing. The problem with that is it always lead me to believe (at least in the back of my mind) that he would live forever. Of course this is completely impossible and I know that but I can't get past it...yet. I'm hoping that the poem below (read at the service) will help me with this journey:

When I die, if you need to weep, cry for someone walking on the street beside you.
And when you need me, put your arms around others and give them what you need to give me.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands and souls touch souls.
You can love me most by sharing your happy occasions and multiplying the goodness you do.
You can love me most by letting me live in your eyes, not in your mind.
And when you say Kaddish for me, remember what our tradition teaches: Love doesn't die. People do.
So when all that's left of me is love, give me away.

In Judaism, it is tradition to leave a small stone at the grave site when you visit. Alexa took this practice to heart and colored a rock and wrote, "I'll miss you," on the back. Some of the cousins also collected pieces of nature to leave as well. We were there...
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  1. Such a moving poem, Lisa. Your description of Alexa's stone choked me up a little, because it seems like something Aileen would do. ((Hugs)) to you, I know it was a difficult experience to get through.

  2. That poem is very powerful, Lisa! What a great reminder on how we should remember our loved ones. Big hugs...



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