In the words of one of my tribe members, “I’ve been feeling some kind of way lately.” I didn’t know what I was feeling exactly but I stopped long enough to sit with it to find out it’s called “grief”. I have underlying grief this time of year due to both my parents passing between Thanksgiving and Christmas and it’s a game-changer for me. I also recently lost 4 friends that I’ve known for 10-30 years. The death and devastation of the tornadoes, especially in Kentucky has sucked my heart in with sadness. But I think the greatest pain for me is my son’s father passing earlier this year and not being here to celebrate his favorite holiday, Christmas.
I believe grief is the one emotion that we cannot manage. It creeps in when we least expect it. We feel it with all our senses, through our sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. We visit cemeteries, mausoleums, gather ashes to take home with us, keep keepsakes and heirlooms just to have something to hold on to because can we ever really let go.
I have lots of questions about death but I’ll patiently wait my turn when it’s my time to ask. In the meantime, I think this is one of the best stories I’ve read about death.
And I think that’s how we have to accept it, that our loved ones have gone to meet their master. We never know when it’s our time to go through death’s door but we know it’s where our master lives and there’s no more pain. Sending everyone hugs who are grieving today, tomorrow, and always. 💕