Remembering Virginia

Virginia, 31, at the beach with Georgy, 19 months, June 1954

At 5.15 on the evening of 2 January 2008, my mother, Virginia Ruth Senseman Murphy, departed this dimension six months shy of her 85th birthday. On this evening almost exactly 15 years later, I am missing her, but recalling lines from Will It Be Okay?, Crescent Dragonwagon’s 1977 picture book classic in which a worried young daughter’s questions are answered by her wise mother.  Recently published in a new edition illustrated by Jessica Love, those characters’ ultimate exchange in their loving catechism comes to mind.

The fearful child asks:

“What if you die?”

Her mother answers:

“My loving doesn’t die.  It stays with you, as warm as two pairs of mittens, one pair on top of the other.  When you remember you and me, you say:  What can I do with so much love?  I will have to give some away.”

How fortunate to have so wise a mother!

I did. I do.

Georgy and Virginia, c. 1957
Hibiscus blooming in New Hampshire, 2 January 2023

4 responses to “Remembering Virginia”

  1. What a lovely comment about your mother. Good memories are so very important. Especially when we have so much of our own lives to look back upon. Happy 2023.

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    1. Thanks, Donna. I’ll add advice from my wise mother: “Make some good memories!” Making new, and keeping old: my motto for 2023.

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  2. Dear Georgeann, we are among your lucky friends who have received from this abundance of love you got from Mrs. Murphy! Thank you. And, the hibiscus is beautiful, what a good omen to start this new year!

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    1. Thanks, Shiao-Ping! And your tips about Desert SW art really whet my desire to return to the red rocks and spacious skies. Thanks!

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