Comments on: All souls

By: Jessica

Jessica — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 23:16:05 +0000

I still pick up the phone, sometimes, to call my grandma Alyce. It’s been 15 years.

You know, Mig, one of the keys to my cat/dog/horse/squirrel whispering abilities [but not to the spider & fly segments of same] is the wielding of the secret handshake: upon meeting a beastie, the left hand goes down/out for a sniff, then moves along the jaw to said beastie’s ear. Beastie cocks head, knuckle is burrowed, comes back coated in beastieearwax, and it’s BFFs all around.
It’s gross – really gross and to other humans perhaps a little not-quite-sociable – but the cats love it and the ear mites… not so much.

By: lee

lee — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 08:37:13 +0000

Jann- my Swedish great-great-aunt was also born in Dec ’15, and is still the most independent person I know. I would say she also has the mind of a young person, but I would have to admit that it’s more like the mind of a 10-yr-old: a very independent, stubborn and oh-so-slightly confused 10 yr old. She does very well, the marvelous lady.

By: Jann

Jann — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:46:35 +0000

In the interests of accuracy, I should say that my mother-in-law, who was born in December, 1915, is actually going to be ninety-two next month. She has the mind of a young person.

By: Jann

Jann — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:30:41 +0000

My father is living, but my father-in-law died November 5, 1972, thirty-five years ago today. The call came from mother-in-law at 04:30 hours; the hospital, where he was recovering from a mild heart attack, had called and said that he had “taken a turn for the worse.” I’ve always remembered the date. I’ll have to remember to call my mother-in-law, who will be ninety-one soon, later.

By: Chris

Chris — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 05:50:01 +0000

I lost my dad two weeks before his 55th birthday in 1984, I was 24 and back in college a month later to finish my senior year- not a smart move.

Though I think about him every day, I’ve only felt his prescence a few times in the years since. They always left me with a really good, but also sort of sad vibe- and I was thankful for them.

By: sue

sue — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 02:17:49 +0000

It’s not hard to forget the exact date someone passes. All I remember is that my mother died in early March. It was 1988, because the winter Olympics were on. But my father died on Valentine’s Day (1975?), and my husband passed 15 minutes into 2000. (Needless to say, New Year’s Eve is not a big deal around here.)

About the only time the date and “anniversary” trigger a memory for me is New Year’s Eve.