As you may know, the Funky Winkerbean story of the last months of Lisa's life is exerting a powerful pull on me. Lisa is a wife, a mom to a little girl, a friend, a lawyer, an activist, a woman who has just been discovered by the almost-adult son she thought she had lost to adoption.
On September 13, 1960, I was seven years old. I would grow up to be the lawyer mom blessed by the profound gift of seeing her children grow to adulthood. My mother, on September 13, 1960, was twenty-eight years old and had three weeks left to live ~ which she did not know.
If you did, what would you do?
I think I might go with the leaves, too.
8 comments:
Whoa. This sent a shiver down my spine. No wonder you so identify with the character....
Yes, the leaves. And just sitting together companionably, feeling the connection through God's world.
Oh, my, GG. You are seeing your mother in her last days. A gift, a bittersweet gift. My heart goes out to you.
Definitely the leaves...
The poignancy of autumn is defined in both the strip and your post. Wow.
The leaves. The sun, and blue sky, and crisp cool air. And, I wouldn't sleep until exhaustion gave me no choice. I'd just want to relish life and those I love.
I've read your posts, I just didn't connect with the reality that you were only seven, and your mother only 28...
life is fragile. prayers for you over these next few weeks as memories of this anniversary bubble up.
This is powerful--thanks for posting. Awareness of death can be such a gift of life. Blessings to you, GG.
yep, the leaves. and what a profound comic strip.
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