We Remember *

          The first time I heard this poem was at the Heartbeat annual picnic. I had been wondering when the minute-by-minute memories would let up. At this point in my grief journey, I had no hope of regaining happiness or inner peace. I remember being so relieved when this poem was read, because it spoke to my grief-memory process. Hearing it allowed me realize that I was in the company of other parents who missed their children.

Date: 24 Jun 2011
Source: A poem I posted in a FB note

We Remember Them

At the rising of the sun and its going down,  

we remember them. 

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,  

we remember them. 

At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,  

we remember them. 

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer,  

we remember them. 

At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,  

we remember them. 

At the beginning of the year and when it ends, 

we remember them. 

As long as we live, they too will live;  

for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength,  

we remember them. 

When we are lost and sick at heart,  

we remember them. 

When we have joy we crave to share,  

we remember them. 

When we have decisions that are difficult to make, 

we remember them. 

When we have achievements that are based on theirs,  

we remember them. 

As long as we live, they, too, will live;  

for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

~ By Rabbi Sylvan Kamens

We Remember Them

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