as we share
our stories, our rituals, our celebrations, our food, our connections
we are reminded
as we feel
our songs, our fears, our joys, our tears
we are reminded
as we say
our final goodbyes to c.
we are reminded
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image credit: elephant journal
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Very well said, Beth! 👍
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❤️
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That’s lovely, and so true.
Best wishes, Pete.
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How very true!
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Whoops … the essence of me is tiring … nothings perfect, nothings permanent …
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beth, you must be in a sombre mood. your words ring true and are beautiful, but do I sense some melancholy?
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<3
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A compelling poem
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Yes, days are long but years are short.
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I hope the memories you are strengthening and renewing today will last forever.
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beautiful! 💜💜
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💕
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Yours is a gentler version of the adage I’ve always heard: “Change is the only constant in life.
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This is beautiful, Beth.
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So sorry for your loss. Beautiful words.
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Very nice poem
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I don’t know that I have really heard that word before, but I like the way you have linked it Beth.
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Thought provoking.
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Lovely, I’ll remember this.
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This is thoughtful and lovely to read. ❤️
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