Friday, May 30, 2008
The end is the beginning
The girl in the middle is me, somewhere in my twenties.
The woman on the right is my youngest auntie.
The woman on the left is my auntie's partner, also my auntie.
Whilst I worked out from an early age that books were entertaining, and my parents taught me that books were valuable, these two women taught me that you could live with books, out of books, and that poetry is not just for special occasions, but part of a balanced daily diet.
The auntie on the left died early this week, after a long battle with cancer. Today we are all heading deep into the NSW countryside to attend her funeral, chant a Buddhist prayer, and tell stories. I don't know as much about this auntie as I'd like, because, while I asked questions, I don't think I asked the RIGHT questions. Or listened as closely as I could have.
Today I'm going to listen to the stories. And mourn. And rejoice. And support the auntie who remains, who is like a life-mating bird that has found itself alone.