Orphan at Seventy
How it feels
when both parents are gone
no matter how old you are.
No parent to call to tell about the cute thing
the grandkids did
or how smart and talented and big
they are.
No parent to rely on for comfort
when a scary health problem hits
or your best friend dies.
No wise patriarch
to ask advice
in the face of hard decisions.
Even in old age,
miss Mom and Dad
terribly.
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So very true!
Thanks, John!
🙏🫂
Thanks!
This is such a heartfelt entry, thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading!
I’m in the process of learning the paternal half of this feeling and you have encapsulated it so perfectly, thank you.
Best wishes on your journey.
This is a strong poem that speaks of loss and how, no matter when it happens, it creates an unfilled void that we must learn to live with.
Thank you, Patrick!
yes, I miss the comfort and validation, too
I couldn’t agree more, Wayne.
I’m not enjoying this phase of life as much as others, despite retirement and freedom from responsibilities.
Yes, we are never ready to let them go!
I certainly wasn’t. I was dad’s caregiver for his final years, and I still expect to hear his walker clicking down the hall.
I dread this feeling, but thank you for writing about it.
You articulate this vividly
Thanks!
It never feels real that they’re gone. Thank you for this.
Yep!
Yep.