Harriet Parrish

“No one ever truly passes. Their legacy lives on through everyone they’ve impacted. That’s what it means to be human.” – Michael Parrish Parrish, Harriet, 82, passed away Jan. 23, 2016 in Orlando, FL. Mrs. Parrish was born July 7, 1933 in Ipswich, MA. She was a homemaker, a loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She raised four upright boys while her husband was serving his country in Vietnam. She was Greek Orthodox. She is survived her four sons and daughters-in-law, Thomas Parrish (Debbie) of Ohio, Steve Parrish, Jason Parrish (Gina) both of Orlando, FL, and Eric Parrish (Claudia) of Oviedo, FL; six grandchildren, Samantha, Kristal, Michael, Gillian, Camden, and Daniel; six great-grandchildren, Bryce, Luke Mathew, Jessie, Riley, Jared, Isaac, and Adalita; brother, Nicolas Georgakopoulos of Rowley, MA; sisters, Ann McBride of St. Petersburg, FL, and Aphrodite Holt of Portsmouth, NH. She was preceded in death by her husband, Vernon O. Parrish; grandsons Steve Mathew Parrish and Blake Baker. A gathering for her family and friends will be held, Thursday, Feb. 4 from 6 to 7 p.m. with Memorial Services following at 7 p.m. at Baldwin Fairchild Pine Castle Chapel. Arrangements are being handled by BALDWIN FAIRCHILD PINE CASTLE CHAPEL 5800 HANSEL AVENUE, ORLANDO, FL 32809 (407) 855-5800. Please view and sign the family guestbook at www.baldwinfairchild.com When I Die By Rumi When I die, When my coffin Is being taken out, You must never think I am missing this world. Don’t shed any tears, Don’t lament or Feel sorry I’m not falling Into a monster’s abyss. When you see My corpse is being carried, Don’t cry for my leaving I’m not leaving, I’m arriving at eternal love. When you leave me In the grave, Don’t say goodbye. Remember a grave is Only a curtain For the paradise behind. You’ll only see my Descending into a grave. Now watch me rise How can there be an end When the sun sets or The moon goes down. It looks like the end It seems like a sunset, But in reality it is a dawn When the grave locks you up That is when your soul is freed. Have you ever seen A seed fallen to earth Not rise with a new life? Why should you doubt the rise Of a seed named human? Have you ever seen A bucket lowered into a well Coming back empty? Why lament for a soul When it can come back Like joseph from the well. When for the last time You close your mouth, Your words and soul Will belong to the world of No place no time.