For Meemaw in Passing
As you know we have lost a lot of loved ones in the last few months. Sadly, it is another regretted report. A dear friend, the mother-in-law of the woman who saved my life has passed away. Our condolences and prayers for the family.
It is written, Blessed are they that mourn, for they will be comforted. And most days, that feels totally impossible, absolutely false. That is how hard we miss those loved ones no longer at the table, or here on holiday, or even a lot of times just plain there. But the part of Meemaw that was best is never gone. That part has moved on and into perfection. Perfect health, perfect life, perfect finances, perfect relationships and a perfection of the gratitude for that.
Yet still there is a hole in those left behind. That hole is the hug, the light on her cheek, the sound of a laugh. Because the living no longer experience these things in this reality, we feel empty, angry, sad even guilty in some cases. Though what we experience in the physical world, does not necessarily hold true in a universal sense of reality.
Buddhism the writings of the Tao to be exact, state that the essence of what is lies in what is not. In other words, when you live in a house you do not live in the walls, but within the space that is created by the walls. You exist my friends entirely dependent upon the negative space, the void and not the physical reality. It is the space she leaves that we will exist in, but also that void IS where she is. Ergo, she is not missing or gone. Though her arms are gone, that void in her arms that held you in a hug... that is still her reality and yours. In other words, the joy she has brought can not ever truly be gone.
Hamlet stated that there is special providence in the fall of a sparrow, if it is not now still it will be. This is true, though we knew it was bound to happen the stark shock of it is the part we are left here to deal with. In order to combat that cold, empty shock, keep her hug alive in that negative space and it will be so in reality. Keep her laughter in your heart and you will hear her each time a bird calls. Keep her love in your actions and she will exist here, now and within forever.
Amen
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