Additonal thoughts on the Now What post

I chatted with my good good friend Alain late yesterday and after I told him about my mother's passing he just happened to have this poem at hand.

Promissory Note

By

Galway Kinnel

"If I die before you
which is all but certain
then in the moment
before you will see me
become someone dead
in a transformation
as quick as a shooting star's
I will cross over into you
and ask you to carry
not only your own memories
but mine too until you
too lie down and erase us
both together into oblivion."

Comments

[Vera]

The poem has been put with the papers for my son...

...during the last few days at lunchtime, I found myself reading the obituaries, checking for people close to my age...

...I didn't grief when my mother died 2 years ago, actually, I was glad for her (she suffered). I look at death as a final victory over all the wrong decisions one might have made...