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Man. Don’t I know this.

It’s always there.

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Said this to someone below but it applies to your comment too: Sometimes the "boost" comes from acknowledging the hard truths instead of pretending they're not there. ❤️‍🩹

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A heavy read this morning…..

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Said this to someone below but it applies to your comment too: Sometimes the "boost" comes from acknowledging the hard truths instead of pretending they're not there. ❤️‍🩹 Your heart is so big, Mish!

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This went straight to my heart this am. As a kid, then a nurse, I always gravitate towards elders. I watched what this poem described carefully and wondered how they took this all in. Many a discussion, much gratitude, and more acceptance. Now, I am in that realm, trying to remember every lesson they so graciously taught me.

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I get that "gravitate towards elders" bit. One of the sadnesses I feel as I age is that I know fewer people older than myself, and it will only become more so . . . In the meantime, I want to learn from my elders what I can!

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Stunning poem, Phyllis, with so many moving lines… especially,

“we never

thought we would live forever (although we did)

and now it looks like we won't”

and

“until we die we will remember every

single thing, recall every word, love every

loss: then we will, as we must, leave it to

others to love…”

Thank you!

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Sometimes the "boost" comes from acknowledging the hard truths instead of pretending they're not there. ❤️‍🩹

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