In memory of our friend Jane Healton mother-in-law, who just passed away, I offer the following (My favorite): Within the triangle of heart, soul and mind is found a well tended, often walked in, garden of love. A space for memory stands before a bench on which we sit, lost in reverie for those we loved. Though some flowers may be dead, the scent of their being lingers, joining with the aromas of those flora blooming still. They have left their mark long after they have left our presence. And we, tenders of that garden, give thanks for all that was, for all that we held precious. We know that just as seasons pass, so also loved ones are born and then die. We, the living, inhabit the oasis between those two certainties of birth and death. We reminisce; and as did the gardeners before us, we stop at the place where once bloomed the flowers we loved and smile tenderly at their remembered beauty.- Rabbi Brooks R. Susman
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 14:36:58 +0000
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