Parting. Sweet. Sorrow.

On this day

my Nan was born

and my Dad did die;

it’s a strange day

if you look at it

in a certain sort of way.

Looking back,

Is often a sorrowful thing,

when family so familiar

became part of an ongoing unknowing,

joining the ranks of the many,

departing the lives of the few.

I stop and think about them

and how they were – those that I knew.

In the last week

I have been reminded

of an Aunt who was born,

a grandmother too;

and the endings of my dad, and his dad – who I barely knew.

In this modern day

of misuse and mishap,

I give my sad thanks to the reminders of an app.

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@Ancestry