[Magdalen] Remember Their Names

[Lynn Ronkainen]

I came across this phrase about burying one's child when my own father died 
at age 52 and his parents, my grandparents (aged 72&77) came to 'bury him'.

Throughout the years I have been shaped by reflections of many ways I handle 
things because my father died so young, when I too was young (I was 22)...
His untimely death also formed my mother's life and that of my sister who 
was only 12 at the time.  I used to be pragmatic about my dad's death, but 
then realized over time that I became very pragmatic about many things 
because of my dad's death. And when one tends to be a 'black and white' 
thinker, pragmatism sitting on one's shoulder is not necessarily a good 
thing.

Lynn

website: www.ichthysdesigns.com

When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I have not a 
single bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything You gave me." 
attributed to Erma Bombeck
 "Either Freedom for all or stop talking about Freedom at all" from a talk 
by Richard Rohr

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Subject: Re: [Magdalen] Remember Their Names

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> In a message dated 10/3/2015 3:24:11 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> oppenheimerjw at gmail.com writes:
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> No  parent should ever have to bury their  child.>>>>>
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> My mother had such a task when my younger brother (age 50) met his
> demise from (as the bar song says) "cigarettes and whiskey and wild,  wild
> women that drove him crazy, drove him insane".
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> It was a tremendous waste of a brilliant mind (Phi Beta Kappa/Alpha
> Omega Alpha) and she mourned as long as she lived for him as have
> all of us in our own way.  I can still see mother rattling her hand  on
> the top of his casket at graveside as if to somehow communicate
> her despair to him.  It was an awful sight.
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> She had a poem framed and placed in various areas of the family
> home.  I got tired of seeing it and having her quote it, but as  time
> passes, I relate to it and no longer find it insipid:
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> Miss  Me But Let Me Go
> Miss  Me But Let Me Go - Unknown
> When I  come to the end of the road
> and the sun has set on me,
> I want no  rites in a gloom filled room,
> why cry for a soul set free.
> Miss me  a little--but not too long,
> and not with your head bowed  low,
> Remember the love that we once shared,
> miss me--but let me  go.
> For this is a journey that we all must take,
> and each must go  alone.
> It's all a part of the Master's plan,
> a step on the road to  home.
> When you are lonely and sick of heart,
> go to the friends we  know.
> And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
> miss me--but let  me go.
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> David Strang.
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