Monday, May 30, 2011

Ways to Remember the Dead


My mother's brother Bill died before she was even married, so I didn't know him. He was a pilot who died in a plane crash during wartime, after having flown many successful bombing missions over Europe.

All my life I've never known more than that, and I never thought to ask my mother more. Or my grandmother, who lost her only son and half of her children when she lost him. No one in my family was very talkative generally, or the sort to tell family stories to children -- especially stories of pain and loss.

I wonder what was wrong with me, that I never asked about him? I have recently inherited a beautiful framed portrait of my uncle in uniform, which I hope to put on the wall somewhere. If this portrait had been on the wall of our house when I was young, maybe it would have prompted my mother to talk about him, or me to inquire. Now that I am older, and want to know more about many of my ancestors and relations, there's no one to ask!

I guess I shouldn't blame myself for not being more inquisitive when I was younger; probably it isn't in the nature of children, or even of young adults getting set up in the world, to think about their parents' and grandparents' past and about people who aren't present in the here and now.

And if that is the case, knowing how I feel at this stage, when it's too late to do anything about my own ignorance of my family history, I think about how to make it better for my own children when I'm gone and they are having similar regrets. All I know to do is to write down what I do know. Then it's there for anyone to access at whatever time they do come to that place in life where they are more hungry for connection to deeper family roots.

What might it take to feel this connection? Your feelings remembering a grandparent you spent a lot of time with would differ, certainly, from those toward a family member you never met, even if the latter were famous and had a long entry on Wikipedia. There are different kinds of knowing -- and loving.

Once my priest talked to me about how to keep from getting offended by other people and to avoid sinning against them. If we hold them in our minds, there are mostly facts there: this person does this, is that, said this, thinks that. We are set up for judging the facts and the person as to whether she is good or bad or whether she likes us or not, if he is trustworthy or not, and so forth.

But if we can hold the person in our hearts, he continued, where the Kingdom of God is, we are holding him in Love. God is there, and God is Love, and the warmth and peace of the Holy Spirit control our responses to the one we are called to love.

Perhaps this is what II Cor 5:16 refers to when it says, "...from now on, we regard no one according to the flesh." If we strive to know another person according to Christ, in our hearts, there must be an element of prayer involved, as we carry them with us into God's presence.

We Orthodox pray for the dead not because we have a doctrine of Purgatory (we don't) but only out of love, a practice I considered at length two years ago in a blog post when my father died. Isn't this a way to hold the departed, also, in our hearts, and not in our intellect, where for some of them we only have biographical sketches?

Memorial Day is a good day to express my love for my uncle, who died before I was born, and my longing to know him, in prayer. I never sat on his lap or flew a kite with him; I don't know if he had a sweetheart or what he planned to do after the war. But God made him and knows him, and when He sees Uncle Bill and me, it is in the Now, because our Father sees everything at once.

I can remember my uncle in the Reality of the presence of God, and perhaps I'll meet up with him later in the coming Kingdom, where it will be obvious that we didn't miss much by not meeting here on earth, and where we'll know each other in the best way.

14 comments:

Jeannette said...

Many "yes" came up as I read this...thank you.

elizabeth said...

beautiful that we can still pray now for those before... Memory Eternal.

DebD said...

this has been on my mind a lot. The 40th day for the death of my 2 cousins just happened this weekend.

May your uncle's memory be eternal!

Victoria said...

hm. my family lives very far away, and I have so many questions too...
these are good words. thank you.

freshfirecoal said...

This idea of keeping people in your heart, instead of your mind ... it sounds pretty subjective at first, but I think it's true, and what a lovely way to express this act. I think that if people did this in their marriages, we would have many more intact families. We often take up an offense and leave it stewing, too prideful to return that person to our hearts' joy, instead of our minds' condemnation.

Jeannette said...

I had to go look up the Scripture that this reminded me of...Paul's letter to the Philippians1:1-11 embodies this.

GretchenJoanna said...

Jeannette, thank you!!

E Helena E said...

Thank you. I value what you wrote about holding the living and departed in one's heart in prayer, and not in the mind.

Left-Handed Housewife said...

My grandfather was a wonderful storyteller, and he was interested in our family's genealogy, so we were blessed to know about many generations of our family, at least my father's side of it. Doubly blessed because my grandfather recorded a good bit of it, both in writing and on audiotapes. I have conducted oral histories with my mother, my mother-in-law, and thankfully my father-in-law six months before he died. I think your children will appreciate you telling the stories you know, and maybe even the stories you don't know, but wish you did, like that of your Uncle Bill's.

xofrances

Anita said...

A very nice memorial to your uncle.

Thank you for the reference to Scripture, reminding me to hold in love the people who hurt or disappoint me. It is easy to see them in the flesh, human and imperfect, and react in the flesh, instead of loving them as Christ did.

Wonderful post.

Sara at Come Away With Me said...

Thank you for stopping by and commenting on my blog. I have just spent a few minutes perusing yours and am finding it very interesting. I shall visit again.

Gigi said...

Lovely thoughtful post, as always. Our family was lucky not to lose anyone during WWII even though my dad was part of the D-day invasion. I wouldn't say he came through unscathed though. As you can imagine, he had some pretty deep emotional scars from all the horrors he witnessed as he continued through Europe on to Hitler's Eagles Nest and to the liberation of concentration camps.
I love what you said about holding people in our hearts rather than in our minds -- I'm going to use that wise advice as much as I can - so good. Thanks so much for sharing!
Blessings,
GG

Sarah said...

Thank-you for sharing a little bit of family history. Another very good and thought filled read. P was puzzled at the name Uncle Bill, and was glad to learn more about him. I really like the idea of placing the family photos on the wall, a conversation starter for friends and family...a way to honor and let their legacies live on.

BrightSoul said...

I am thrilled at your site.
I have done family history for 12 years, gathering all the documents that prove a genealogy...and learned that the best thing about doing this task was that all the people who have now gone "home" are waiting for ME! Isn't that what life really is about....relationship? God wants our relationships with Him to grow and with our brothers and sisters...blood or love related...
"If God so loved us, we must love one another... " gathering and laboring to bring my siblings and cousins the knowledge of how God kept a family from its beginnings on the Massachusetts Bay till today is a very humbling process and though not widely acclaimed, it warms the heart to belong to a Godly heritage.
At one time I had no idea of our family background...now I know that God alone is to be praised that I acted before the generation before me was entirely gone and that His mercy endureth forever...