This is the time of year where numerous close friends of mine have passed away. It always is a sad time of year for me as I remember them and the part they played in my life. And I turn on the news and it seems death greets me each day: the fires in Australia, the 176 individuals in the plane shot down, gun violence…
There is a way, that for me, has kept memories of those I lost alive more than a picture or a gift they gave me. It’s their words written down in the cards I saved, in the notes they left me, in old e-mails. I recently came across this quote while reading Diane Setterfield’s novel The Thirteenth Tale. Her character, Margaret Lea, describing her life as a biographer, says “People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath…Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper preserved. It is a kind of magic.”
Your departed loved one does not have to have been an author. Even handwriting on a scrap of paper can work this magic of the written word!