we’ve been friends for over 40 years
at this gathering
following a recent loss
we came to realize
that between the four of us
we have but one surviving birth parent
making us close to all being orphans
we paid tribute
offered gratitude
to those who came before us
with all of their strengths and challenges
for had they not lived
there would be no us
nor our children
nor our grandchildren
nor those yet to come.
—
“the songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children”
-phillip carr-gomm
What a beautiful thought.
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We are forever grateful for those who came before and forever hopeful for those that follow. Great post, Beth!
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we are, thank you –
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Beautifully expressed thought that we all face at some point in our lives. Hugs to you all.
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thank you ❤
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“When you start about family, about lineage and ancestry, you are talking about every person on earth.” Alex Haley
“And, you know, the fact is, if you believe in evolution, we all have a common ancestor, and we all have a common ancestry with the plant in the lobby. This is what evolution tells us. And, it’s true. It’s kind of unbelievable.” Jeff Hawkins
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yes, so very true –
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beautifully written, Beth: it reminds me of the question my then eight year old granddaughter posed in the car on the way home from ballet: ‘grandad, what would have happened to me if you and grandma never met?’
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oh, brilliant-
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what a sad and yet uplifting tale. Our of 4 friends only one parent still with you?! That’s so tough.
Again, beautiful marriage of photo, story and quote. A fine threesome )
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Bittersweet realization but positive I’m that their legacy continues- ty
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Beautiful post. My grandpa passed away on Monday in hospital with covid and joined my grandma. I chanced across this poem today by Rumi. This is how I would die, into the love I have for you all; as pieces of cloud dissolved in sunlight.
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We are mourning the passing of my mother-in-law this week, the first of our parents to go. This is the second post in my feed this morning dealing with bereavement. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
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❤️ ty
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Losing a parent is very difficult. My mom has been gone 15 years. One of the things we tend to forget is that as we grow up, we also watch our parents grow older. Treasure each moment with them and the memories of those who have gone before us….
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So right-
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Cheers to the continued lines of friendship and family, Beth. Yes, without those cherished ones ahead of in line we lose, that expanding net just would not be.
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Exactly-
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Yes. When the last parent dies, it doesn’t matter whether you are 6 or 60. The word “orphan” enters your head, with all of the emptiness that word holds.
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It is a sudden understanding of a change that can never be undone
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We can give them credit but we can also give them blame. I have to blame somebody for my damn freckles!
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Me too!
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Respecting and embracing our past keeps it alive for the future – love this
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Thanks, john
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I didn’t know who any of my ancestors were until a couple years ago. Now, I have a fascinating research project. And I have two full brothers and a half-sister. Pretty amazing development this late in my life. My descendants are impressed 🙂
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That is amazing and wonderful
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Pretty mind-boggling, for sure.
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What an incredibly touching poem. My husband became an orphan earlier this year with the death of his dad. His mom died at age 59, only months before our son was born.
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Thank you and I’m so sorry for your family’s losses, something shifts with each passing
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This past summer, we completed our 11th family reunion. We hold one every three years. Our parents started this tradition, and now just their four sons are left. I suspect my parents’ grandchildren will carry the torch forward once we’re all gone.
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My parents have been gone for twenty years, but not once have I thought of myself as an orphan. Perhaps it’s because I have four siblings. Or maybe because I’ve always thought of orphans as minor children.
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We move up the family ladder with time and movement within the family
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Your words cause very special emotions. It is melancholic yet those melancholy is carried by so much love.
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❤️ bittersweet
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Such friendships are an incredible gift. I’m sorry for your loss.
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My friend’s mother, but we all feel each of these losses- ty
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Oh Beth, thank God for friends who can be together for ALL moments.
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Yes to that
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Powerful thoughts Beth. thank you for always encouraging us to reflect and appreciate. 💞
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my pleasure
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beautiful thoughts, Beth. we shouldn’t take our family ties for granted…
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I understand this, since we just lost the last of our parents! A great poem.
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thank you-
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You’re welcome!
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a beautiful tribute. ❤️
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thank you –
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I can definitely relate to your wise words.
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thank you –
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So very touching, Beth.
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Lovely!
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Thank you-
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You’re welcome.
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Thoughtful and lovely, Beth…
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thank you so much
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