In Memorial, always
For our 2nd annual memorial service Dear Friends, Today we come together to reflect on lives that have touched our own both in their living and in their passing. I cannot say what it means to another person but by sharing our memories today may be we are able to connect our individual story to a greater tale. In my own personal reflections, I wrote a poem that I would like to share with all of you. Perhaps you call it karma or simply the unknown I have named it faith - to believe in the unseen Yet still, I feared death. which of my parents would die first I pondered old wives tales about toes, my 2nd phalange was longer so surely no, I could not imagine but no matter, it happened shattered a future I had yet to even picture days lost to never return heart ache that could only be mended by the tincture of time something often on our side as the family physician oh how these moments mark us how sharpened and shaped we become destined to know hurts so deep and so