My mom loved pens and was always buying them. She grew up in a time when we wrote to one another, when two people would have long and meaningful correspondence with one another. You could get to know a person writing to them, update them on life's biggest biggest moments putting pen to paper, or fall more in love with them with every lick of a stamp. Can you imagine such a thing today?
Molly had this beautiful, distinctive handwriting. She printed instead of writing in cursive, but each letter was angled and fluid; her handwriting was beautiful to look at. She loved to write, and she had a great eye for the best writing instruments. If you ever borrowed a pen from her, you wanted to steal it.
This is one of those little things that was a part of the big person that was Molly Gray. It's something you can't find in a photo, and album, or a video. You had to be close to her and love her to know it. I saved it in her Memory Kit under "Little Things". -Jeff
A few weeks ago we celebrated Tim Gray’s 50th Birthday. We drank a toast to Molly, since it was the first birthday Tim was celebrating since her death. It reminded me that we had endured many firsts since her passing. My first birthday was five days after. Then what would have been her 77th birthday less than two weeks later. Of course the most difficult, our anniversary, which would have been our 55th.
The holiday season gave us the next challenge. Molly’s absence, and not being together in our former home in the Hollywood Hills. Thanksgiving gave us a new first, with dinner hosted by Amy and Barney in their home.
Christmas was the next challenge. Missing our wonderful, Christmas loving Matriarch, we decided to congregate together in a neutral spot in Palm Springs. Being together with less emphasis on the holiday itself, helped us fill the void in all of our lives.
During all of the First’s each of us were able to reflect on wonderful memories of past celebrations. Sometimes tears, but often laughter. The love shared by this family over the years has been apparent every moment of every day. This closeness and spirit has maintained us all during the first 9 months since our loss.
Some time ago I received an anonymous quote from my grief coordinator. “Love is stronger than death even though it can’t stop death from happening. No matter how hard death tries it can’t separate people from love. It can’t take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.” The love of a wife, mother, grandmother, and friend has allowed us to survive all of the past firsts, and those yet to come. Eventually the firsts will end and we will just have the memories.
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