Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? Where are those who came before us? The Old English poems ask—over and over again, in different words, different ways—Where are those who came before us? Where have they gone? The motif begins in the Old Testament, and then threads its way through Old English and Middle English literature. It’s taken up again by the Romantic poets and carries into modern poems and love songs.
Jennie, These essays are a treasure. I will indeed go back and read every one since I was a little late discovering them. We are so grateful for the trips and visits we had with Martha and Walt. Love to all your family as you continue on this long journey.....
Thanks so much for the sharing. If Mr. D can do it, I can too! What a thought and how real. I spoke with my mother this morning. It is so interesting the various challenges each face. When I called, Mom was in the middle of dressing. She lamented how difficult it is to get dressed without assistance. An unexpected comment to be voiced by a person who lived so much of her life taking little and giving much. Indeed, how time has slipped. Take good care and thanks again, Steve
Thank you for sharing the ride – not a ride I'd wish upon anyone, but one that reflects the inevitable transience of life that all of us must cope with, whether it's due to dementia or something else. Your research, insights, and writing are top notch.
Thank you so much for sharing your precious and beautifully written essays/ thoughts.
Kia Kaha (stay strong)
Jennie, These essays are a treasure. I will indeed go back and read every one since I was a little late discovering them. We are so grateful for the trips and visits we had with Martha and Walt. Love to all your family as you continue on this long journey.....
Scottie Cannon
I have really enjoyed reading these - the sibling angle certainly added a little different perspective. Thank you for sharing this experience.
Hi Jennie,
Thanks so much for the sharing. If Mr. D can do it, I can too! What a thought and how real. I spoke with my mother this morning. It is so interesting the various challenges each face. When I called, Mom was in the middle of dressing. She lamented how difficult it is to get dressed without assistance. An unexpected comment to be voiced by a person who lived so much of her life taking little and giving much. Indeed, how time has slipped. Take good care and thanks again, Steve
Jennie,
Thank you for sharing the ride – not a ride I'd wish upon anyone, but one that reflects the inevitable transience of life that all of us must cope with, whether it's due to dementia or something else. Your research, insights, and writing are top notch.
Thanks for including us in this series of wonderful essays. We hope to see you soon.