Sunday's memorial gathering was just as we'd hoped it would be. It was more like a reception than a service; everyone had appetizers and drinks and moved among the crowd, talking to each other and to us. Many shared a written memory of Meghan to add to our remembrance book. Halfway through we paused for two minutes of silence.
We played the CD we made of songs my daughter loved to hear. A slide show ran on endless loop in one corner, fifty photos from baby to the last Spain trip. It was therapeutic for me making the CD and slide show. I ended it with this song snippet:
In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there'll always be a place for you
For all my life I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am, there you'll be.--Faith Hill, There You'll Be
Two hours were not enough; the last of us trickled out just over three hours later. As people left, they took a packet of flower bulbs to plant and remember Meghan by as they bloom in the spring. We found this chinese proverb, which was perfect for the cover sheet:
Flowers leave some of their scent behind in the hand that tends them.
3 comments:
I wish that there had not been a need to have such a service, but as it was unavoidable, I wish that I could have been there.
Did Meghan know how many lives she touched?
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Grayson,
I believe we were around ten or eleven years old when we saw one another last. (My last clear memory is of the two of us reading Nancy Drew books.) Our mothers continue to keep in contact with each other. Through my mother, I heard about your daughter's struggle with cancer. Having read your daughter's story, I am awed by your strength and resilience during such a trying time. Meghan was certainly blessed to have been given such a wonderful mother. I continue to think of you, and my hope is that you will be able to find peace. Washington, N.C.
tears, tears, tears
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