Hi. It’s Nicola here. It always is, but just in case you were wondering. 

I wrote this on my personal Facebook timeline a while back and thought that it might resonate with some of you who are here thinking about a memorial ring, and missing loved ones.

My decades ago acting teacher; the wise and wonderful Linda Putnam would say, “The body remembers what the mind forgets.”

I had a good sleep last night.

I got up and started the fire. Put the kettle on.

Standing at the kitchen window, a wave of sadness came over me and I Cried.

This was deep sadness coming out of I knew not where.

As the tears fell, I was overcome with missing my family.

A longing to hear their voices. My beloved dead. My mom and dad especially.

A little later while David and I were having breakfast, I opened my Ancestry chart wondering if this was an anniversary.

My mom died on this day in 1992. November 4th. We were all there with her. We took her home from the hospital for an old fashioned Irish wake.

It was a good cry. This was a good mourning.

I’m so pleased that my body remembered, and gave me that warm, wet-with-tears hug from my dead mom.