Talking to particles

 

Claude © 2015 Monique Hendricks

 

Today my mother would have turned ninety-nine, had she chosen to live. There would have been, of course, a celebration. Speeches, accolades, extravagant bouquets, bottles of Moët & Chandon. But my mother did not want to celebrate her ninety-ninth birthday, nor her hundredth.  She was ready, at ninety-eight, to transform herself into something entirely novel: a bunch of elementary particles, scattered around the universe, fertilizing new growth–the invisible as well as the visible sort–her trajectory intersecting with mine at the oddest moments. Forever present in my heart, she is a witness to my various pursuits. How can I be mad at her for making me talk to particles? At least we’re talking!

Yes, at times, I long to tell her something, to hear her laugh, to see her smile, to touch her. But that I cannot have. So I’m content to talk to her particles.

Salut, maman!

 

 

4 responses to “Talking to particles

  1. joyeux anniversaire Claudine!

    Beautiful post and love the drawing- it captures everything she was and more!

    Claudine’s definitely with me too; brings me happiness and smiles every time i think of her!

    Hugs
    David

  2. A very poignant piece – the world would be a better place if we all had a relationship with our parents like you had with Claudine!

  3. Yes, Claudine was a fantastic example of open consciousness ; very aware, very sensitive, a beautiful human person.
    Happy birthday Claudine in the sky…
    Pierre F.

  4. I didn’t know her, but I know you, and can only imagine her vivid persona from that knowledge of you. Your love for her shines so brightly in your words – a moving testament.