(OM) frames of reference revisited

Dear Mago,
Not that I have managed to get to the bottom of what you wrote in your diary in 1942, or learned everything I’d like to know about your perspective, but now I am convinced that you are wherever I am, working from the other side. Why else would you choose to abandon your diary after less than six months? You (and I) are faithful as the dog, man’s best friend, who doesn’t go anywhere without his/her mistress/master. You are love when I was blind, and now I see you.

You are an extraordinary source of reference. Like a dictionary, I can open onto, always there by my desk to help me to understand and remember what eludes me. Like a home, a familiar place to which I can return, feel my way around, a constant base of orientation. You are like a platform I can jump on or off. A diary I am free to open and close. You are like the limits of time, a phase of life with which I can relate to other times, and my own life and death.

your loving granddaughter