My mother died unexpectedly in her sleep Friday night. She was 69. You are invited to share your sentiments at kathy.verlo.net/memoriam
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My friend and fellow blogger, Jacques, sent these lovely and comforting words upon hearing the news of Kathy’s death:
Our mothers are giant turtles that never really leave us, decades after their death. They always come back to lay more eggs, enriching the beaches of our minds with life and goodness. Our little flippers will always flutter with love with the thoughts of our HUGE mothers. Tell Eric that. He will soon discover the same joy and gratefulness.
Rest in peace, Kathy.
…with deep regards…
The Mother Of God
William Butler Yeats
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I bore
The Heavens in my womb.
Had I not found content among the shows
Every common woman knows,
Chimney corner, garden walk,
Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
And gather all the talk?
What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
This fallen star my milk sustains,
This love that makes my heart’s blood stop
Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?