"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
My faith tells me that she is sleeping and will rise in glory on the Last Day. My skeptical self says, "Hmmm..."
One thing I know for sure: Nancy lives on in the hearts of those who love her. It's an immortality in which we all can believe — and to which we all can aspire.
(The Bernini columns in St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, one of many wonders I saw for the first time with Nancy. Photo: Wikipedia)
posted by Anne Cassidy at
8:50 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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