Today is a year since my mom passed, so I’m sharing these beautiful quotes in her memory.

“…we should be remembered for the things we do. The things we do are the most important things of all. They are more important than what we say or what we look like. The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honour heroes after they’ve died. They’re like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honour the Pharaohs. Only instead of being made out of stone, they’re made out of the memories people have of you. That’s why your deeds are like your monuments. Built with memories instead of with stone.”
― R.J. Palacio

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
― Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

I wear a veil of sadness. My mother’s illness and passing has left me unmoored, so please bear with me as I stand in an ocean, the waves lapping and tugging, lapping and tugging.

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Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.


And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.


I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.


Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not your mind.


You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.


Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.


6 thoughts on “Epitaph-Repost

  1. lynsirota

    This post is so, so beautiful, Naomi. No one can ever prepare you for the death of your own mother. We always think she’ll live forever. After all, she’s Mom. So it’s jarring and uprooting when tragedy strikes and we lose someone who is a part of us in so many ways. I find myself saying so many things my mother said and doing many of the same. I hear her cheer for my children and feel her presence. I think of her before her illness. Every day something reminds me of her. It changes in time, but never gets easier. Her memory will stay alive with your family. Feel her presence and take comfort in her memory. Try and smile and laugh. Just a little. November is coming up on the passing and birth of my Mom too. I’m here if you ever need to talk. Thinking of you.


  2. My heart and hugs go out to you. I imagine it to be very painful to lose such a beloved one. Yet, and still you took the time to honor her with this post. IT touched me, as I’m sure it has touched other readers. Love always does that. Peace Be Still.


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