Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband told me at breakfast about a dream he'd had last night. After he asked what I thought it was about and I said our dead daughter's name. Then when I looked at my texts, a childhood friend described the posts on that daughter's Facebook page, and how deeply the posts touched her. I am not on Facebook, and my mind started trying to solve how I could look at the page through one of my kids, but then I stopped myself. During her life I respected her privacy about those posts, and it smacks of possessiveness to attempt to intrude upon people who loved her saying what they need to say. I'm not the keeper of her "image". I've always know that much of her life and relationships were a mystery, and I don't want to feel that her death makes her life an open book. It's a private book, except my own memories. I have a treasure trove of these moments of love, conflict, laughter and intimacy. But of course I did not share much of her grown life. I'm going to be grateful that her friends love and miss her as her family does. I hope we can soon have a memorial service, where many of these people can attend, and those who wish to speak what they desire to share have that opportunity. I have no ownership over her life, reputation and impact. I'm a deeply proud mother that her influence was so strong and wide.