May tomorrow be a better day.The Body Keeps The Score is a book about post-traumatic stress disorder. It is dedicated to her and the many others who weren’t able to say goodbye. I hope this song in some small way can speak to the spirit of communion and unity needed to see us through this time, and that it honours Rena’s story. It’s called ‘The Body Keeps the Score’, the title of the brilliant book about trauma by Bessell van der Kolk. It was due for release later in the year on a new album but now felt like the right time. With all that in mind, I’d like to share this song written in Rena’s memory. Human lives reduced to mere statistics.Īt the same time, I am deeply inspired and full of gratitude for all the brave people on the front-line saving lives and keeping society functioning. The loss of loved ones in devastating numbers and the actions of some governments has been hard to process. Like most of us, I’ve been left heartbroken seeing recent events unfold around the world.

One of the cruellest of illnesses.ĭespite all the hardships she experienced, Rena remained a beacon of love and optimism, which was best encapsulated in her well-known catchphrase “tomorrow may be a better day”.

When Rena passed away in 2017 after a long and full life of caring for others, she had been suffering from dementia for many years. He sometimes speaks about the corrugated iron hut they called home. This took her on another epic journey through Russia, the Caspian Sea, Persia, Beirut and eventually to a resettlement camp near Brighton where my father spent his first years. After a harrowing few years she was able to leave Siberia with General Anders Army-in-exile after Germany declared war on Russia. This perhaps was the beginnings of her becoming a sculptor in later life. I know whatever I may be experiencing cannot possibly compare to what she and many other victims of illness, war, prejudice and displacement had and have to endure.įleeing Nazi invaded Poland only to find herself in Stalin occupied Poland, Rena, along with many other refugees, was sent to a work camp in Siberia where she was given the task of making bricks.

I often think of her, particularly during challenging periods. On May 26th, my grandmother Rena Young would have turned 100 years old.

The body keeps the score near me