Watching Bergman Island last night the one thing he said that moved me to tears was this, "I accept that I'm going to meet Ingrid. And I've completely crossed out that other nightmare thought that I'll never meet her again."
There is a pain-so utter-
It swallows substance up-
Then covers the Abyss with Trance-
So Memory can step
As one within a Swoon-
Goes safely-where an open eye-
Would drop Him-Bone by Bone.
This blog is about me and my sister Pam who was killed age 43 in a plane crash on July 3rd 2008 along with the instructor Charlie and her husband Keith who was learning to fly. These stories and thoughts keep me close to her, it's her shrine.