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Tag: Beth Burrell

Seeing My Parents

In their close calls and slower movements, I see my future. I struggle to stave it off, desperately trying to keep up with my young adult children, working out, bracing my core, refusing to bow to the twinges and aches of my age.

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Almost There

“Are you there yet?” is something I wonder about my kids in both real and existential ways, though none of the three are truly kids anymore. I wonder where they are, if they are there. I wonder who they are, who they’re becoming. Whether it’s the person they thought, or the one I did. Or either.

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Feeding The Birds

As the years go on and my parents’ health declines, their stalwart feeder has come to feel like a metaphor. It’s how I want my mother and father to remain, strong and robust, living on their own in the home they love, their lives staying vibrant, the two of them fluttering around doing all the things they love dearly.

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