Remembering Mom

Our last family picture

Time flies by indeed. It's been a year (and a few days) since mom left this world.

It has been a tough ride. No, it has been more than tough, with emotions like guilt, empathy, and love, thrown in the blender that is one's life.

I don't really talk about it much, but on November 16, Monday, we had a small family get-together to remember mom. And as I was sitting with my grandma looking at mom's urn, this poem came to mind.

REMEMBER by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

It still hits me when I least expect it, but my grandma is right. We should be happy for mom. She's free of this world and all the darkness in it.