Unknown Horizon
I once thought it was the separation
of distance that magnifies
this richness I find in family.
Now I understand it is age,
with reflections on the past
replaced by a wistfulness
for future lives I will never know,
as they continue without me.
This is my response for Quadrille #80 – Eat the Rich, the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word rich in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
This put me in mind of my father-in-law, who passed away at two o’clock this morning. Now I have a tear in my eye, Ken.
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Oh, Kim, I’m so sorry for your loss.
My father would have been 85, and I think of all the things he missed in the last 25 years. I’m well past 60, and plan to be around for a while, but I still wonder about all I will miss out on when my time comes.
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Thank you so much, Ken. I’m also well past sixty and wonder about what will happen with my husband, daughter and grandson when I’m, gone. I hope I can stay around as a ghost.
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You may as well make life interesting for them. 😉
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🙂
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Oh gosh, Kim. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Thank you, Merril.
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To understand the time is limited is both something to fill you with sorrow, but also a possibility to enjoy the richness today.
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Yes, best to focus on the positive.
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Beautiful! Lovely family photo.
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Thank you. They make me look good. 🙂
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A rich and wistful perspective … one that I could never have “gotten” when young … and I struggle to convey to my kids now in their 40’s and on the verge of comprehending. Crossing my fingers we all survive long enough for them to accept “continuing without me” when the time arrives.
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Thank you, Jazz. I hope to be manageable enough in my dotage that they actually miss me when I’m gone. 😉
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Seems highly probable they will!
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A deep perspective on life that resonates with me. As we grow older, we become more sentimental about our loved ones.
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Thank you.
It’s almost ironic. Bonds that strengthen over the years, gone in an instant. And yet, those who remain retain the memory.
I don’t say that to be morose. I love my parents as much now as when they were still here.
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That photo radiates happiness! (K)
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😀
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Lovely and wistful, Ken. I sometimes think of how much my dad would have loved seeing my girls grow up. Beautiful family photo!
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Thank you, Merril. All we can do is project their presence in the moment.
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