Dar, I was asked to do a reading again this year at Connecticut Valley Home Care and Hospice's annual Community Remembrance Candle Lighting Ceremony. I chose to speak on the legacy that our loved ones leave us, even if it isn't money or a claim to fame. I also wrote a poem called, Dar's Legacy. Here they are:
The word “legacy“ is defined as a gift, by will, usually of money or other personal property” or “something received from an ancestor”.
No, the loved ones we’ve lost were not famous for inventing something life-changing, like penicillin or the personal computer; and no, they didn’t leave us a lot of money. Every one of our loved ones left a legacy of some kind. As beauty is seen through the eye of the beholder, so, too, the legacy someone leaves may be viewed differently by each of us.
The word ”legacy” used in another context might also define someone’s achievement of greatness in life.
Ok, so you didn’t inherit the family heirloom, the gold watch, or a large sum of money; and quite possibly your loved one doesn’t hold world-wide fame for some life altering invention or achievement.
Instead, perhaps, he taught you about honesty, hard work, respect and true patriotism, and a love for God and country;
Maybe he was at every one of your games to cheer you on and teach you about good sportsmanship – win or lose;
Did she take in every stray cat in the neighborhood and teach you compassion and a love of all creatures;
Perhaps she was a pre-school teacher who every kid loved so much they thought she was their own personal grammie.
Or that she taught you to live in the moment, to crank up the tunes and dance your bad day away;
In the face of illness were they still able to teach you about vulnerability, humility, forgiveness, confidence, humor in the face of fear and anxiety, that it’s okay to cry, okay to be afraid of the dark.
Whatever their legacy, once you recognize it, embrace it and treasure it, because it is your gift from your loved one.
In speaking today, I was undecided whether to stop at this point or not. Since this is a memorial service, I still wanted to include this poem that I wrote called Dar’s Legacy.
DAR’S LEGACY
She sat on the side of her bed and thought,
What can I leave my family? What have I got?
How will they remember me after I’m gone?
I can’t leave them money because I have none
The trinkets I have are not special, as such
Just household items that don’t amount to much.
I have nothing of value to remind them of me
Will they know how I love them – will they see?
She knew in her heart that material things would tatter
Still she worried one day that her life wouldn’t matter
She thought if she gave us each some special gift
It would brighten our days – give our spirits a lift.
What she left us was far more precious than gold
The stories we tell seem to never grow old
She was one of a kind – and there will be no other
The love for her family she learned from her mother
Her laughter and dry wit made everything fun
You wouldn’t believe some of the things she has done
Her tireless energy for work and for play
To make gifts by hand that we proudly display
She lives on in each of us in memories held dear
Butterflies remind us that she still lingers near
Somehow she feared that her life would be measured
By what gifts she left and if they’d be treasured
Funny thing is, I’m happy with her sweater
Bought at a thrift store ‘cause no clothes are better
I miss her each day and I know this won’t change
But it’s part of God’s plan that I can’t rearrange.