Yesterday I went to the wake of a friend’s husband. She was in the midst of the emotional turmoil that surely accompanies any one in that moment. Standing in front of the casket greeting people with tears and hugs desperately trying to hold it together. His diagnosis only a week earlier, he left this world quickly.
We worked on the inpatient hospice unit together many moons ago. She and I have since become grocery store friends, running into each other exchanging hugs and updates on the events in our lives. Sometimes friendships can be as simple as that. A hug.
Working in hospice both of us have witnessed much in the way death comes and the aftermath of emotion that ensues the left behind living. You don’t become immune to it, it is just different to be a professional in death and dying, an observer, a helper of sorts. But when death becomes personal it reminds us that we too are deeply touched by its presence on another level. It is a journey we all witness, a journey we all will ultimately take.
Recently someone asked me “How do you do this?” I can only say that death for me is a bittersweet moment. I often feel relief for the person who had passed into the Afterlife, restored to their Spiritual being, whole, no longer suffering. Now unconditionally LOVED in GOD’s world. That I am truly grateful, but I am also human, my human heart breaks over and over again when someone leaves the emptiness we feel.
Grief takes residence in our brokenness; it brings unbearable moments of deep emotions that may bring us to our knees. Grief is the great releaser of sadness, it provides a way to empty out the broken heart, so that at some point the heart can rebuild itself, heal into a new version of itself. Grief is always present, sometimes it is loud and demands every ounce of our attention, other times it is soft and reminds us of the LOVE we shared and still do.
I often say the bonds of Love are never broken, Love is never destroyed, Love is the fabric of our very existence. Grief reminds us how important Love is.
My friend embraced me in a seemingly endless hug, held tight my hand. Love embraced us, two friends opening our hearts to the journey of grief.
My dearest friend. There are no words to tell you what this means to me. You hold a place in my heart deeper than you know. I love you so much. 💞😢
Just beautiful!! Ive been doing medicine journies. Yesterday i did a mushroom medicine journey with a close friend and i was in that place of love with the light and i, again, felt the expansion, vibration and pure feeling of extacy we only feel in that space. Its description is beyond words and more beautiful that our human minds can imagine. We dont have that kind of feeling of peace and love and oneness here-the lucky ones are the one who go home 😉 its definitely harder to be left behind!xoxoSent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone
I’m so very sorry for your friend’s loss. I too feel happy for the person who has crossed over, that they are back in the field of Oneness, of unconditional love. While being keenly aware that those of us who are left behind experience pain. Sometimes heart-shattering pain. Thank you for so eloquently expressing something no one wants to go through, yet is part of life.