"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Friday, May 31, 2013

Saying goodbye......



Saying goodbye
With last words of wry humor
Hidden meanings while joking
Knowing in our hearts
We were saying Goodbye.


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My Mother died far too soon.
The last time we saw each other
I knew- and I think my mother knew
we'd never see each other again.
In a strange way we joked lightly.
I still wonder if we shouldn't have done it differently.
Thanks to Poetry Jam for this compelling image.
If you would like to read other
 takes on Goodbye go here:
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2013/05/goodbye.html

15 comments:

  1. It's always easier to look back and wonder if things should have been done differently. At the time, though, we choose what feels best in that moment.

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  2. How touching, Kathe. Holding her in your heart is most important now.

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  3. joking in that moment...its reality...death is scary when we have to face it...and knowing...it allows us to hope th last moments are happy ones...bittersweet...

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  4. Kathe, Kathe .. is this really you at the Poetry Jam? How delightful. The last conversation between you and your mother ... perfect because it happened.

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  5. At times like this, you miss her terribly. Please accept my condolences, i'm so sorry. No matter what, no matter how long you had her in your life, no matter how you said good-bye, it never feels like enough. Your good-bye was perfect, she didn't want it any other way.

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  6. You can't look back, but rather look forward with all the memories and love that you shared. It's the one thing that makes our (your) love live on.

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  7. That inner feeling, that subconscious in us may have an inkling of the impending event. That is true Kathe! The strength of the mind can never be underestimated!

    Hank

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  8. We do look back and wonder what if and it doesn't make one bit of difference because what is done is done. Bugger on that sometimes too.

    Have a terrific day. :)

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  9. Knowing in our hearts. I had a similar experience with my dad, this spoke to me.

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  10. You do what you do, I think. No right or wrong here. Everyone has their own way of coping. I think if I knew I had a terminal illness, I'd probably joke a lot, actually.

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  11. Saying good-bye to one's mother is never easy. I hear you on your questioning the way it happened...as it cannot be undone. But consider that perhaps this is the way it was meant to be, and WAS the right way!

    Thanks so much for taking part in Poetry Jam!

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  12. sigh ... why is it that we often hide our true emotions and don't say the important things? sigh ...

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  13. So sad... even when you know it, it's never easy.

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  14. Anonymous6:12 PM

    I'll bet that laughter keeps her alive in you :)

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  15. That is a bad habit of mine/my family-- to make light when my heart is hurting, I can completely relate to this. It is so hard to lose a parent or anyone we hold dear. Well written and a bit of a wake up for me-thank you

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