A Fallen Limb
A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for me.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't worry about falls
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we're together again
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for me.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't worry about falls
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we're together again
–Author unknown
Jeanie and I met Wilda with Sam, her son and Mary Lynne, her daughter-in-Law at Xenos Cafe' church. Through our friend, Gary Idzkowski, and his smart phone, we found that this poem was written by Unknown. Wilda's obituary in the Dispatch showed the many ways she contributed sweetly to others in the Worthington community.
My wife, Jeanie will be worthy of such a tribute; however most of us seniors ion pour eighties, gain a feeling of being forgotten whilst most of our friends have passed on and our children and grandchildren have gained such busy lives that we have been allowed to live our retirements mostly forgotten in spite of their love for us.
Thanks to Sam and Mary Lynne for sharing Wilda's remembrances yesterday. Sam Is truly the good son and Mary Lynne, the wise one, to include The Fallen Limb, so apropos to Wilda's life.
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