Out of Africa

Karen: “If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”

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What a beautiful movie. I admire Karen and her strength and determination.

She was a strong woman.

It is a different perspective to think about how the world sees you. How you have left a place. When I think of the lives of people I love who have left, I believe they have left a song. A song that helps us and gives us hope and reminds us of our relationship with that person and how our love for them and their love for us is forever. The memory of them. The experiences we shared or read or heard about.

I hope when I’m gone that I’m not forgotten. That my family remembers my best, most fun self. I know they might remember my sad times, or the times when life was overwhelming me, but if they do, I hope they also remember me trying my best to move on and forward. I hope they remember that I am joyful, silly, forgetful, not forgetful, and that I did my best, that I love them so much.

Out of Africa-It’s a ten tissue movie! But I love it!