I‘ve been meaning to write a few words about my mum for a while. It hasn’t been easy to confront. She died in February and it took a while…
We had a reception at my brother’s place a few days after mum died in February and the four of us with much difficulty said a few words. I knew it would be very difficult for me to speak so I borrowed some words from a couple of different passages. The first was from the Bhagavad-gita. My father was a Hindu and mum kept a copy of this book. It is very lengthy and it is a beautiful work – I just stole a few lines:
It is said that the soul is invisible, inconceivable and immutable. Knowing this, you should not grieve for the body.”
Mum was always learning – taking courses – traveling – she lived life.
I couldn’t read the whole poem but read a few lines from DylanOld age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
My sister said something about my mother that was quite profound, beautiful and a wonderful thing about her that we could all aspire to. Mum had amazing communication lines. I remember Niels telling me that mum would get several letters a day in the mail sometimes when she lived in