True Family (Revised)
by Mary E Lacey, Desertrat
Monday, April 06, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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blood doesn't always make a family
Searching the family history on the net together,
not knowing the other was there. They were
both getting frustrated, if there was another place
to look, it was where? Little did they know,
that one fateful day, they’d find their history
almost the same.
By a chance meeting on a forum, the first
woman was about to give up. She was about
to give it a rest, when suddenly a strange woman
came to help with her quest. About the moment
she would cry, “No more”, the new woman
opened a brand new door.
But all was not lost, due to their dealings together
and with others, things of the past finally came to light.
And though it seemed like they had failed, helping
others made their search seem right.
They were disappointed no relationship was found,
but through constant research, getting to know each other
forged a friendship that was solidly bound.
One fateful day, the first woman was diagnosed
with a terrible disease. Alzheimers started
to take over her body. Her friend was distraught, and
prayed, “don’t let this happen please”.
Somehow, the relation mattered no more.
They had forged a friendship deep and strong,
And through all their research, they could finally see,
Not a blood kinship, but a true family.
Mary E. Lacey
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|Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
|A lovely write.|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Sorry about your friend illness, but your found something beautiful in your friendship. You expressed your search and its outcome well and beautifully. Good luck in the future.
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|So beautifully inspiring!|
|Reviewed by Miller Caldwell
|The NET is a great way to discover so much and many surprises. I have as you know, an unusual name. But when I googled myself I found out there was another Miller Caldwell - this time in Pensacola, Florida. So one lives in sunshine while I live in dreich showers here in Scotland. Ah c'est la vie!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this true to life story, Mary. Love and blessings,
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|MARY - well done! A superb story and poem.
While blood may be thicker than water - OIL floats on top!
Perhaps the OIL of Friendship! Peace - Tom.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|a story of loving friends bound by the desire of the search for kinship -- in the end, their friendship proved a greater bond than many family ties -- Mary, you have done a wonderful job of relating this story to us -- bravo! -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Swan Son
|A beautiful tribute to a friendship that is also family. Funny how sometimes family members are anything but friends. But you did it the other way around -- you became friends and then learned you were family. Susan|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Absolutely beautiful, these lines of connected-ness. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
|Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
So wonderful and very inspiring. I'm blessed to read it -thanks Mary.
|Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
|Wonderfully written Mary. What a great story.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|How true this piece is. Sometimes, many times families are not forged in blood, but in a kinship of kind. This is so endearing....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great write, Mary; well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D