The Name...

Life and wonder...

Lini Solo Altimari, a name I read once in an obit.
I have no idea who she was only that her
life ended at 25 years. Did someone love her
and now they sob alone, tormented by
what might have been? Did she have dreams
that she pursued only to have death step in?
Her name has haunted me for decades. Maybe
I knew her in another life. Maybe I loved her
and shared her dreams.
We go through life with a small circle, a small
group we think we know. All we know is
the surface, what’s deep is always a secret.
But a name in a obit captures us for a reason.
Perhaps this life isn’t our first. Perhaps deja vu
is a real peek into our past. Perhaps, someday
someone will read our name in an obit
and pause to wonder why it seems so familiar.

Reviews

[Ramneet Kaur]

All we know is the surface, what’s deep is always a secret. I am very impressed and touched by this line. Your write is really good and brings the feeling and realization of Deja Vu to life.

[John the Baptist]

At my age one tends to read the daily obits, if for no other reason than to see to whom cards should be sent. The issue raised in this one is interesting, however. Why would the obit of an apparent stranger linger on in the consciousness? It does bring up the question of reincarnation, whether we continue to maintain contact with those we knew in previous lives. I have personally not had this experience with any of the death notices I have read. I'm just happy I haven't come across my own name yet.