A dear friend, a close friend whom I lost too soon to cancer said to me, when I congratulated her on having raised five daughters, she said with assurance, “They are all kind girls. They are all kind.” I am not given to tears nor overt sentiment nor the thoughtfulness of birthday cards, yet those simple words still resonate years after her death as a legacy to me, the action me, the brash me, the me of the ready quip. A gentle admonition.
It is no accident that I persist in dis-remembering the Matthew Arnold poem as “Ah, love let us be kind to one another.” For it is with kindness that the darkling plain does indeed grow brighter.
“They are all kind.” All we can truthfully strive for in our relationships when all else fails. And my friend? She too was kind. Me? I can only try.
Causes Mara Buck Supports
Kennebec Valley Humane Society, Amnesty International