Today would have been my Grandma’s birthday; instead, it’s the day of her funeral. So I decided to post the poem that I’m hoping to read later at the service. I chose it as it sums up her attitude to life- and death (I cried the first time I spoke to her after her diagnosis of liver and lung cancer. She told me, not unkindly, to pull myself together and keep my chin up.)
Christina Rossetti is the poet I turn to most frequently at times involving family; I wore a pendant with a line from Birthday on my wedding day and it feels right that she’s with me again today.