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Overheard at... home

2/8/2012

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The ringing telephone, early in the morning.

It is never a good thing when the telephone wakes you early….Even worse when you see it is your husband’s parents who are calling, even though he just spoke with them over the weekend. The bad news was somewhat expected, Gram had died. She was 90 years old and had been suffering for a long time, so we know she is in a better place.

But still….

I once wrote a sestina, a certain type of poem, about death…and the part that continues to stand out for me is the line: Framing life is death, a boundary of time. I have found that line repeated in my writing since then…. This idea
that even as we live life we know that our time here is limited. And, as importantly, it cannot be far from our minds that this holds true also for the people we love. If we are lucky, we may share their life for a long time. And these shared experiences help create the depth in our own lives. 
 
I think this is especially true of grandparents. I lost my own grandmother a little over a year ago, and I remember it took me a while to come to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be part of my life anymore. The memories created over the early years together frequently reach out to me, like a whisper from a close friend. I can be in the midst of doing something, like cooking, and a thought of her will make me smile or sometimes even laugh. 
 
So, although death does frame life, the boundary it creates is more fluid than I realized when I was younger.  And, as I just read on a twitter post today from @rainbowkate:  In the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. - Abraham Lincoln 
 
I think I finally understand what that really means.

    Barbara Jean Sherwood Wilsted
    b. July 30, 1921 - d. Feb 6, 2012
           (you will be missed)         
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terripatrick link
2/8/2012 02:08:14 am

Grandmothers are awesome. Continue to count the blessings and be at peace.

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Sandra
2/10/2012 06:12:37 am

I can completely empathise. it will be two years ago this weekend since my grandma passed away...it probably sounds very odd but I think of her spirit in a robin which often sits on my garden fence, keeping me company, yet still in the garden - her favourite place.

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deanne link
2/10/2012 07:17:09 am

Wow... it's not weird at all. When I went to my Grandmother's memorial I was sitting quietly outside and a small bird flew over and perched on my knee for a minute. I've never had that experience before and ever since then I feel Boodoo, my grandmother in most birds I encounter. You'll like knowing, too, that my fourth ook looks like it is going to based on her. I'm looking forward to digging into it if I can ever finish / publish number 2:>)

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Sandra
2/11/2012 06:49:05 am

Wow, how amazing...although Ive always said that if I could be any animal it would definitely be a bird, I've always wanted to be able to fly!! Can't wait for your next novel....and congratulations on being elected president!!




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    Background - Overheard While Writing
    It's hard to explain, but 12 years ago, when I started to write seriously, the only place where I could get my work done was at Starbucks. 

    Since then, 4 manuscripts and 4 favored Starbucks later, I sill find myself drawn to a cozy corner and a half-decaf Americano.... not to mention the many friendly faces that greet me when I arrive.

    And, while I try to stay focused, there are some times when the conversations or interactions that surround me draw my attention away from my own characters, and into the world of life's own characters. 

    This BLOG captures some of those funny, sincere, inspiring moments. Maybe they will give you a reason to write as well.

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