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All my mothers

Your Choice
You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love, and go on.
— David Harkins

Ford's Branch, Pike County, Kentucky, 1996.

With my mother, Azlee Workman Baldridge Tolson.

My parents separated when I was very young and, for reasons that were unknown to us then, my mother left her family behind and completely disappeared for a time.

There were many causes, and not all of them my mother’s doing, but I didn’t see her or even know where she was for more than 15 years. We reconnected when she unexpectedly entered my life again after the birth of my own daughter.

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Baldridge Tree: A beginning…

“Sharing tales of those we’ve lost is how we keep from really losing them.”
— Mitch Albom, For One More Day

On a number of occasions in the past I have read about how a person dies three times. Sometimes there may be only two deaths and be variously identified as an old Spanish saying, a tradition in Mexico, a proverb, a legend, or simply “it is said.” This is my interpretation of the message expressed.

The first death is the time when our breath ceases and our heart stops, never to beat again.

The second death occurs when our body is laid to the eternal rest of a grave, never to be seen again.

The third death, sometime in the future, is when our name is said the last time, never to be spoken again.

When the last person who remembers us dies, it is then that we are finally gone.

The more I become involved with genealogy and family history, I begin to realize that those who preserve the memories of their families and ancestors may be preventing a third death for them. Our loved ones live on as long as someone remembers them.

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