In the aftermath of the demise, certain elements will begin to surface. Such as the impact on future generations.
What would this one have accomplished that would have made the world a better place?
Would he, or she, have married? If so, then what about children that will now never exist?
What about future generations of grandchildren that will now never grace family gatherings?
The list can be staggering.
Excerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett
You will always be twenty-two
You will never be old or new
You will never again call and say
“Mom, I’m home again” today
Never again will you laugh or smile
Never again will you stay a while
Never again will you give a hug
Never again will you show your love
No more birthdays will come and go
Life will never be fast or slow
You will never again stay the night
All is dark, and gone is the light
No gifts to give with your name on them
No mail, or cards, or letters from friends
No one will call to talk to you
No bride to you will say ‘I do’
There won’t be children with your name
You’ll never achieve wealth or fame
Holidays without you will have no meaning
Memories about you only come by dreaming
No more vacations with you in mind
No more learning of any kind
No more driving that sporty car
No more traveling from near to far
Your life is over. Your dreams are dead.
All hopes for you are crushed instead
Life without you won’t be the same;
And always tears when we mention your name
But I’m so glad I shared your life
For all it was—there still was strife
Though short is was, it still was yours
And for the hurt you left—no cures
© Phoebe Leggett