When I got the message I just started to bawl. I am not surprised that I cried but I was surprised by the deep, searing sadness I felt. It felt like one of my family had died - and I guess I feel that way because it is sort of true. Because what is family anyway if not people who have touched your life in such as way as to leave a permanent mark? I doubt Mrs. Braham ever knew the impression she made on me, maybe I didn't know it completely myself. But she is there, in my heart with her kind, round face and funny way of laughing, and her love for the Beatles and Tom Jones and her family, and certainly for God. And while I have seen photos of her in later years, she is still a very young mom in my mind and I am overwhelmed with a sense of loss.
I spoke briefly on the phone with her about 6 years ago (or longer?) when my sister Linda and I, and her daughters - our childhood friends Marge and Kathie - first found each other again. She sounded exactly the same and the minute I heard her voice I choked with emotion. I cannot tell you why - it is a strange thing, but I am connected to the Brahams. Outside of family, they are the people who have been in my life (even if we didn't see one another) longer than anyone else.
The last time I saw Mr and Mrs Braham was nearly 35 years ago when I was baptized. I suppose it is fitting then that the next time I see her will be in heaven.
And she will be as I remember her.
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