But the Greatest of These is Love...

Emotions linger long after memory fades, according to a new study from the University of Iowa, whose findings were published in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences. "A simple visit or phone call from family members might have a lingering positive influence on a patient's happiness even though the patient may quickly forget the visit or phone call. On the other hand, routine neglect from staff at nursing homes may leave the patient feeling sad, frustrated and lonely even though the patient can't remember why."

Duh.

I could've saved the University of Iowa a lot of money.
They should've asked me, and I would've told them that love outlasts memory.
Love outlasts life.

Large sections of the Bible speak of love and its longevity. How about this favorite?

³⁸ For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, ³⁹ nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Sounds pretty permanent, doesn't it? I think Sue is right when she reminds me that Maura's love still exists. It sounds almost scientific. Everything is matter and energy. Nothing disappears. It just transforms.

How about this last paragraph from The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder?

" 'Even now,' she thought, 'almost no one remembers Esteban and Pepita, but myself. Camila alone remembers her Uncle Pio and her son; this woman, her mother. Bust soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be love for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.' "

Even memory is not necessary for love.

My favorite story about my dad comes from the time he lived with us and had moderate Alzheimer's disease. As I helped him into bed one night, he started talking in his fake matter-of-fact voice--the one that he put on to try to hide the fact that he had slipped out of a world that he knew and into a world where he knew nothing.
I teased him. "You don't know who I am right now, do you?" I chided, as I tucked him in.
Busted! His eyes widened and he got that deer-in-the-headlights look. But then, surprisingly, he recovered a bit, and said gruffly, "No. But I know you're someone I love."

Perspective

Eleven

If Time and Grief begin to race on May 19, 2009, and Time travels at x miles per hour and Grief travels at y miles per hour, how long will it take for Grief to pass Time?

A Promise Fulfilled

In the early morning hours of Monday, April 5--if you can even call 2:44a.m. "morning"--little Annive Maura was born to Scott and Amanda. Just days before her death, Maura told Amanda that Amanda's ovarian cancer would go away and that she would get pregnant and have a beautiful baby and, well, it happened, just as she said it would. Here are Mom Amanda and the miracle named Annive (pronounced ANN-ih-vee). Mom and baby are doing fine. It has been a happy week.