It’s almost a week now since I read an excellent article by Julia Molony entitled ‘ Breaking Bragg’ in last week’s Life Supplement of the Sunday Independent here in Ireland.
It relates to Melvyn Bragg whose stunning book, The Adventure of English, had totally engaged me a few years ago. I confess that I knew little or nothing about Melvyn Bragg’s life until I read the article last weekend and one particular point that he made in the interview has been rattling around in my head all week.
He was talking about the death of his mother at the age of 95, almost a year ago, and the article ends as follows:
“And, of course, there is great future in memory, he goes on. ” My mother is secure, in the future, in my memory. And she’ll be secure in my children’s memories. And although she might fade in their memories. I’ll be secure in their memories and I’ll carry that memory and it will pass on like that. So there is that sort of future, which is interesting to think about.”
Yes, it is interesting to think about especially as ‘future’ and ‘memory’ can seem like proverbial ‘apples and oranges’ which just don’t fit in the same box.
But, for me, anyway, Melvyn Bragg’s words resonated completely especially as they relate to how I feel about my late parents. I tend to use the word ‘presence’ a lot to try to convey how I feel that loved one’s who have died remain with us, through their legacy of love, sayings, humour, passions, uniqueness. But I’m wondering now if Melvyn Bragg has summed this up in a much better way?