thren·o·dy – a poem, speech, or song of lamentation, especially for the dead; dirge; funeral song. dictionary.com
I immediately knew who I wanted to write about, but where to start when there is so much you need to say?
My Dad – As I travel through my life, it seems that my Dad’s life is unveiled further with every step I take. As a child, every boy wants to be their father and then we move into a stage when it’s the last thing we want to be. I’m pleased to say that I am now able to celebrate, and be eternally thankful, for our similarities.
My Mum – as regular readers know, my Mum’s Dementia journey ended last January. The image of her includes a Haiku I wrote before she left us forever. It attempts to communicate how precious those ever fleeting moments are when the person with Dementia is the person you remember and your are the same to them.
Mr Bojangles was a favourite of Mum’s, when she heard it her hand would go straight to her heart, a big smile would smother her face and she’d whistle (hard to do whilst smiling I know), sing and often dance. The song will forever be her threnody for those of us who shared smiles, love and laughter with her.
looking at my life
it becomes more clear to me
I’m your threnody
With my hand on my heart, thank you for joining me in celebrating the memory of my parents. Their legacy lives on in theirs and ours.
Smiles, love and laughter
© John Belchamber 2013