Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Language of Solace

After a day of visiting with my ailing grandmother, I randomly opened a book (Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin), thinking I might want to start it. Here’s what I saw:

The seeming opposition between life and death is now cut through. Do not thrash or lunge or flee. There is no longer a container or anything to be contained. All is resolved in dazzling measureless freedom.
—From “The Warrior Song of King Gesar


It was astonishingly appropriate. I read the quotation to my grandmother the next day, along with poetry from The Missouri Review. She could no longer speak or open her eyes; there was no way to assess her awareness or cognitive abilities. Yet I like to think she understood, on some level, my communications.

Louise Jeannette Phipps Urbas
June 6, 1912 – June 6, 2010

She found her freedom early the next morning—on her 98th birthday.

1 comment:

roula said...

Three Cups of Tea is a book I recently read---and LOVED for many reasons. What a wonderful quote to read to her in her last moments. She heard you.

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