Marrow: The memory in our bones

remembering our loved ones--known and unknown

Photo by Barbara Verge on Unsplash

My mother is almost 80 years old.

She still remembers her brothers.

One dear child she held in her arms. She remembered his face. A beautiful child. He died at three weeks, and though she doesn’t remember why, I suspect it may have been the holes in the shack in which they all lived, an unintended invitation to the elemen…