In Memory of Mary Baird Binder, 1925 - 2008 | Copyright 1943
My husband lost his father on January 13, 2001. Bruceís grief felt so familiar - a reminder to me of the loss of a good friend of mine eight years earlier. I cried for my husband and his pain. I was saddened remembering my friend.
My brother died on January 18, 2004. My sadness touched my husband, reminding him of the loss of his father. Bruce cried for me. He cried for my brother. And he was reminded again of the pain of losing his father.
My husbandís mother just passed away on Friday. Bruceís sadness and memories are a whisper in my ear, reminding me of my brother, of how much I miss him, of how much I wish he were here.
I wish everyone was still right here.
Grief has a memory that goes on forever. Could it ever be any other way?