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“We can’t return; we can only look behind from where we came . . .”

The Mary in Mary and Bob’s — I called her, “Grandma,” — would have turned 99 today.

October 6th holds a lot of significance for me, for a variety of reasons. Among them, it means this blog is now four years old.  Four more posts and I’ll hit 500. Apparently, my concern that I lack the persistence to create 500 of anything is ill-founded.

One of my favorite entries was written a year ago today, “Let us not become weary.”  It’s a sort of essay about Grandma’s character, her death, general grief, and loss. The day I wrote it, I met an incredible friend. His unexpected death a few months later brought a different kind of grief.

It’s October 6th again, but today is its own day, in a year that has never existed before.

I’m grateful for so many happy memories, for my family & friends, for the amazing light and wind out there.

Time for a long walk. The moon’s been rising early this week; I’ll pretend it’s the world’s eye and look it straight on.


This book was a gift from my talented and generous cousin. I love her work. You can see more of it here.

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One thought on ““We can’t return; we can only look behind from where we came . . .”

  1. How nice that you featured the little journal I made for you… I love that photo of Mary and Ruth!

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    Me, too. So special for me to have one of your collages highlighting our young matriarchs – it’s a treasure. Thanks, Helen! ~R

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