In the Jewish tradition, those seeking to give comfort to the bereaved ask on their behalf for the memory of the loved one to be a blessing. It is a wise saying.
Five years have passed since Sophia died. Five years of sorrow, but five years also of an astonishing grace.
I am so grateful for Sophie’s life, for the joy of sharing 22 years with that fierce, funny, brilliant mind of hers, for the lovely clarity of her young-old soul, for the sheer beauty of it.
Sophie’s life is a blessing. Her living presence in mine is love’s greatest gift.
Child, you are written into every cell of me,
Knit in the womb, the imagined emptiness
Where unexpressed is spoken into being
And becomes itself, all the mysteries of flesh
Made soul inside me, made soul of me
If I open the door of myself, you shine out
Into the world
There can be no darkness which has you in it
Not even death
There is no darkness,
Your bright star lights me still
by r nugent
Beautiful Rob, I can’t believe it’s been five years already. Always in our heart, always in our memory, always one with us.
Absolutely, dear Ben. Always.
Simply beautiful Robbie. You and Soph are in my thoughts xx Joph
Thanks Joph. This is kind.
My thoughts are with you Robyn. Like you, I carry my lost daughter in my heart every day. R
I do love that Jewish saying: “May the thought of her be a blessing.” There is such deep truth in it.
May this be so for you and your beautiful daughter, Rowena–may the thought of her always be a blessing.
I wish I could have known your beautiful Soph but am very grateful to have met you lovely Robyn x
And I you. Thanks Nik…
Thanks, Ann XXX
That’s a beautiful poem Rob. You and Soph have been close to me all day and I am looking forward to seeing you later. xxxxx
Very powerful and appropriate; we do so miss her
Don’t we just, dear G.