A World Without Them
When my father died I thought I could not live in a world without him. But, I did !
Then 30 years later my mother died. And, I was sure I could not live in a world without her. But, I did !
Two years later my brother and my sister died. And, I am still here. I live in a world without them.
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carolkirby1952 (
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A poignant write Carol.
Emotive write but you will carry on in your life and treasure the memories.
Andy
Life will carry on in me. And take me to a place beyond memories. A place beyond duality. A place where the souls unite in pure perfect peace.
Thank you for your encouraging comment.
As will the children and grandchildren live in a world without us.
With grace we hand over the reins of the world to them as did our elders.
Now is the time of sitting back and watching the world change, admiring the fullness of fruit which still falls from the tree.
So True!
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