Lovingly Lifted Words

 I do not know the source of these words.  My  friend, Nan Jolly, posted this on Facebook and it resonated with me .

Last evening we watched a video of several scenes in which the kids were young.  Some young enough to be carried on my hip- or an older sibling's hip.   This morning I have been reflecting on time and life and how it all happens no matter what you do or where you are.

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WHEN PARENTS GET OLD ...

Let them grow old with the same love that they let you grow ... let them speak and tell repeated stories with the same patience and interest that they heard yours as a child ... let them overcome, like so many times when they let you win ... let them enjoy their friends just as they let you … let them enjoy the talks with their grandchildren, because they see you in them ... let them enjoy living among the objects that have accompanied them for a long time, because they suffer when they feel that you tear pieces of this life away ... let them be wrong, like so many times you have been wrong and they didn’t embarrass you by correcting you ...

LET THEM LIVE and try to make them happy the last stretch of the path they have left to go; give them your hand, just like they gave you their hand when you started your path!

(“Honor your mother and father and your days shall be long upon the earth”.)

Taken shortly before her death, my friend Billye and her great grandchild