Oooh. On a Gothic Horror Book Vibe here.
I have VIVID memories of where and when I read this book by Elizabeth Norman.
I was living with my beloved Nan. She was a book freak too.
Last time I saw her, she was in an “Old People’s Home.”
Relegated, alone, to a corner in the main room, surrounded by books.
Why?
She was a Sag like me.
She just could not stop telling the truth.
Hers was the only funeral that I have EVER sobbed, publicly, like a child at at.
No church. No vicar.
For a short time it was…
,,,Just Christina Rossetti.
Her.
And me.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
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