tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252880197262898711.post748703175581199144..comments2023-03-30T00:26:13.100+09:00Comments on Paper Planes From the Aerie: Treasures Dug, Things To Hold Onto For the Storms AheadSean Miles Lotmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17000281914946185231noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252880197262898711.post-42234449281066302322009-03-27T12:09:00.000+09:002009-03-27T12:09:00.000+09:00Sean, I am the aunt you have only heard about, but...Sean, I am the aunt you have only heard about, but I am your cousin David's mom. I have been following you and of course Jenni through your cousin and my daughter Leah. I had not seen you or Jenni since you both were very little, until the time I saw Jenni when she and Benoit went to your cousin Naomi's wedding.<BR/><BR/>Now that I have introduced myself, I want you to know that I somehow know part of what you are feeling. I also lost my sister, although I had about 53 years with her. It doesn't matter how much time we have with someone we love, it never seems to be enough time. My sister and I were often thought to be twins because we looked and acted alike. People would even get our names confused. So, I understand the concept of twins in spirit. <BR/><BR/>Yes, you are lucky that you had 30 years, but that does not diminish or mollify the grief of losing someone with which you had such a spiritual connection. Know that what you are feeling is natural, but also know that you will never forget the dream, the box will always mean something.<BR/><BR/>I still have frequent moments when I have the need to tell my sister something that she always wondered about, or the feeling that she is over my shoulder counseling me about what I was about to do. We too had dreams of the future, old ladies living next door to each other, laughing about incidents and inside jokes we shared. It is still painful to know that those dreams were just that.....dreams. <BR/><BR/>Recently I was at a family get-together and a box of photos was produced. In that box was a photo of my sister taken about 30 years ago.....a photo that I had never seen. I broke into tears, missing her so much, such a sudden display of emotion. Six years, and it still happens. It is like a chasm that is covered with a thin layer of life's flotsam and trivia, suddenly jolted like an earthquake exposing the deep chasm of loss..........<BR/><BR/>There is some truth to the trite saying that the pain is part of the love. <BR/><BR/>I hope that someday you will be able to gather Jenni's writings, thoughts and deeds, and with your gifted writing, produce a book about Jenni. She was and can still be an inspiration to others.....she made a difference in the lives of many, and perhaps through you she can continue to do so. Whether you find a novel or perhaps a screenplay as the perfect medium, I think Jenni has a legacy to leave, both to her son Miles, to Benoit, to you, her family, and most of all to the world she was so passionate about.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com