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Remembering my Dad, Edward Noah Gillmore

I found this picture of my dad, Edward Noah Gillmore, while searching through some boxes the other night. He was adopted by my Grandpa and Grandma Gillmore when he was about 2 years old. Grandma and Grandpa found him and his two older brothers abandoned inside their Illinois farm home. They adopted my dad but his brothers were sent to an orphanage at Whitehall. They could only afford to care for one child and so they took the youngest. Such a sad story but with a happy ending for my dad. I always wondered what happened to his brothers…if he ever saw them again. My dad died when I was very young but I still remember him. It’s amazing to look into his face and see so many of my facial features…smiling back through time at me. I’m so glad I found this picture and grateful for the neighbor all those years ago who shared the adoption story with me.

Remembering my Dad, Edward Noah Gillmore

“As ageless winds gently sweep the passing of time and season,
You’ll feel my touch upon your face and know beyond all reason,
That every life, yours and mine, becomes a unique entwined endeavor.
Leaving precious memories as eternal reminders…that life goes on forever.

Weep not, cry not, do not grieve for me–my soul at last runs free.
My immortal spirit, unbound soul, forever young will be.”

–excerpt from “Listen, Look and Remember”

OF ROOTS, SHOES and RHYMES by C L Gillmore

Listen, Look, and Remember

The world lost a sweet soul today in my long-time friend Steve.  He was a true gentle giant of a man.  My loving thoughts and prayers are with his wife Sue and their family.  I will “listen, look and remember” him always.


Listen, Look and Remember

Weep not, cry not, do not grieve for me—my soul at last runs free.

My immortal spirit, unbound soul, forever young will be.

 

Scattered, wind-blown ashes now faded and unseen

Gently dance across well-worn paths and mark where I have been.

Imprints faintly left in place that help recall to heart and mind

A lifetime of hopes, dreams and clutter now stilled and left behind.

 

Listen for me on those quiet early mornings as waves lap and fall

Upon the shores while a hawk glides and soars gracefully over all.

Look for me in the whispered glow of a sultry summer night

As the waning light of a brilliant sunset fades quietly out of sight.

Remember me as winter’s laced, gray fingers secret away the sun

And sprinkle icy snowflakes on an eager, outstretched tongue.

 

As ageless winds gently sweep the passing of time and season,

You’ll feel my touch upon your face and know beyond all reason

That every life, yours and mine, becomes a unique, entwined endeavor.

Leaving precious memories as eternal reminders that life goes on forever.

 

Weep not, cry not, do not grieve for me—my soul at last runs free.

My immortal spirit, unbound soul, forever young will be.

“In the Arms of an Angel” – Sarah McLaughlin

–by C L Gillmore , Copyright 2011