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A memorial to Emma Lindley

From Sam Jeffers, Emma Lindley asked questions

Emma Lindley asked questions.
Emma looked right at you as she asked questions.
Emma looked into you as she asked questions.
Then Emma asked more questions.

Emma Lindley looked at you as she asked more questions.
Emma looked into you as she asked more questions.
Emma, always interested in your answers.
Emma Lindley, who never let your answers float past her.

Emma Lindley looked into your answers.
Emma would check that you were in your answers.
Emma would ask, how are you?
When Emma Lindley asked “how are you?”, it was a real question.

How are you, Sam?, Emma would say.
Emma asked “how are you?” and you would talk together.
Emma Lindley would listen and check that you were in your answers.

Emma would like it, I think, if we remember her by remembering to ask that
question as if it were a question.
“How are you?”

Emma would like it, I think, if we asked that question such that it were
not something to be answered with a grunt or an ‘ok’ or an “I’m
fine”.

Emma would like it, I think, if we remember her by remembering to ask that
question of everybody we meet.
“How are you?”

Emma would like it, I think, if we listen to the answers we hear and look
for the person in those answers.

In recent years, I had to ask Emma Lindley “how are you?” too many times.
It was better when she was asking that question.

Emma left this life with many questions she would have liked answers to.
Emma left us with many questions.
Emma left us with something important.
Emma left us with a way to ask questions.

Emma Lindley would stand in front of you.
Emma would cock her head a little to one side. Bright eyes, sparkling,
looking right at you. A wry smile spreading across her mouth…

“How are you?”

A question that marks a beginning, not an end.

So, what do you think ?