“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.” – Terry PratchettIf you’ve read me for a while, you might’ve noticed that I’ve shared the quote above more times than it’s probably decent. I can’t help it—whenever the topic of “last words” enters the conversation, that particular bit of Pratchett wisdom finds its way into my skull. So... when Rosemary asked for writing which considered what our final message to the world would be, the quote spilled into my muse’s ink and inspired her to stitch the following American Sentence:Weep—when goodbye hurts—but remember I lived and loved, therefore I am.
another wee note…- while I was searching for the wee poem, I found myself wishing the page had contained the word “wrote” instead of “loved”. Then, after I was done, I was glad that it didn’t. For I thought, Yes, “I lived and wrote” would’ve been cool. But “I lived and loved (to laugh, to run, to cook, to garden, to write, to read, to love…) is accurate.
- for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #37: Last Messages)