I think more of the luminous ways that Elizabeth was alive. How alive she was when she was trying on clothes, and looking for something new to wear. How alive she was when talking on the phone, and laughing with friends. How alive she was when reading, or writing, or doing her homework. All of these things pointed to a normal long life. How ordinary in some ways she was, growing up with two parents, lots of relatives, lots of friends, a passion for photography and the world of images. She was a discerning reader, and was developing an inordinate fondness for Faulkner.
But she was an ordinary kid, wanting to eat the cookie dough off the spoon when the baking was done. She loved ice cream, and her dad allowed her a lot of it insisting it would provide her her calcium requirements.
She loved people. She went out of her way as a young girl to be friendly. In early childhood, when she was a student in preschool, she learned how to answer the phone at reception. (Was this the beginning of her lifelong love of the telephone?)
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I'm sure you miss the sights, the sounds, and the scents no less today than five years ago. I know this is an impossible week coming up. You are in my thoughts. Hugs and wishes for peace,
ReplyDeleteClaire
Patty you are your daughter's mom forever and ever. She loved you both and was so special. My tears will never stop and as you know I will never stop looking at the star every night. I just did as we talked on the phone. Peace my sister. I love you!
ReplyDeleteMary