Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where; and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning, but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Good Mourning, Widows. Joy to you and me.
Often, I am fortunate to receive an email from a famous widow thanking me for honoring her, and her famous husband.
Today is one of those days.
This morning in my emailbox was an email from a famous woman, an almost-wife of a famous soldier. She wrote to thank me for honoring her and her famous husband. Reading her words brought tears to my eyes. I found it difficult to write back and thank her.
It is 3 years, 2 months ago, today, Edward Louis Sclier died. Writing Griefcase isn't about me, it's about you, and a promise I made to Ed that day *I made 3*. To help one widow through one mili-second of one long, hard, ugly, rotten, lousy, miserable, terrible day, fulfills that promise.
To the famous woman out there in cyberspace who took time out of her day, time away from her grief, I am grateful beyond measure. You have presented me with mourning joy, the greatest present of all. I will treasure your words always.
Thank you, forever.
Have an abundantly joy-filled day, Ladies. Keep those comments and emails coming. Like your email addresses, comments are never shared. unless specified otherwise.
Griefcase is the safe place to stash your woes, your sorrows, and your grief.
Oh yes. And, one more thing, remember, we're not alone.