Endings

Endings

 

 

A farewell is sad,

Reminding me of the night,

I feel so all alone.

 

 

Tomorrow creeps in

Not all the same, still sunlight

Persists, and I smile.

 

 

Memory of you,

Hope for what is yet to be,

Goodbyes make me grow.

 

 

 

 

 

Vera Lynn:  We'll Meet Again

 

 

These days I attend more funerals and retirement parties than weddings and baby showers.

 

Goodbyes never seem to get easier, whether planned or sudden.

 

My Mom died three days before Mother's Day in 2010.  I remember my last words to her were: "I love you, Mom.  I'm proud of you.  See you this weekend."  

 

Almost three years later,  I still look up and expect to see her.  I can hear her words of wisdom in my thoughts in all kinds of situations. I find myself using her endearing phrases, still feeling as though she is but a phone call away.

 

If life is a tapestry, then Mom had a rich and colorful pattern, filled with the unique and beautiful stitchery of her four children, their children,  and even some of their children. 

 

Endings are as inevitable as beginnings. 

 

From my beginnings, Mom showed me how to make a difference by her example.  In the end, may our lives be filled with love and pride for the legacy we leave behind. 

"If  I had a flower for every time I thought of you ...I could walk through my garden forever."  (Alfred Tennyson)