This also left me alone in the sense that out of my nuclear family, I became "last man standing," so to speak. To me, this is not quite as big of a deal as it might be to many because I believe that no one really ever leaves. As long as one desires to keep the connection alive, those that have passed can reach us in different ways than we might be used to.
This also serves as a reminder to cherish and retain the best of your shared story and let all the rest go. Holding on to anything other than memories that bring about a smile to the lips and warmth to the heart does one doing the remembering no good at all. If those who remains will not nurture and love the memories, who will? This to me is what keeps the light alive.
That is the core of this year's poem. The end of the year can be stressful and yet beautiful at the same time. It is exercising the power of choice to focus on the good and turn away from that which feels bad. Simple yet not necessarily easy to do, I know. However it is a suitable way of honoring those who have gone before; worthwhile and life affirming. To me, that is something worth doing and certainly worth remembering.
By Richard Perrotti
December can seem relentless
as the days speed swiftly by.
It's like hitting the end of a ski jump
all wrong yet expecting to fly.
Shopping and planning, trimming the tree
all demand much of your time.
And scheduling visits with all you hold dear
Just seems an impossible climb.
So what can you say as the time slips away
and you try but cannot connect?
When despite all of your best intentions
Your calendar's hopelessly wrecked.
A saying of yore might save the day,
Plucked out of dusty old files.
When you can’t be there to express it yourself,
Send them greetings “Across the Miles.”
Across the miles to show them you care
And that you can spare a good thought.
Sending sentiments, any way, shape or form,
To save you from being overwrought.
Cookies and cards, Skyping and phone calls
Any method that we can contrive
To just stay in touch, maintain the balance
And keep the connection alive.
One tradition observed at all family tables
Before the feasting has started-
All will join hands, heads bowed in prayer
And recall all the dearly departed.
And yet when they're gone, they're not really gone
For their light still remains in your heart.
Let Their light shine and illumine your mind
To bid them come forth and take part.
recall all the good, rekindle the love;
That's now where they truly reside.
The gifts that they bring will be precious
As the holiday Spirit abides.