Good Morning, God!
In You we live and move and have our being . . . I try to BE in that place when Death comes for those I love. I’m beginning to understand the Irish tradition of a wake. Actually, I’m deeply regretting how my family has treated death. My mother did not ask me to come join her and help when my father was in hospice. She didn’t want to burden me.
Sorrow shared is sorrow halved . . . Joy shared is joy doubled.
And, I was no better . . . or worse . . . no different . . .when my mother died. I thought that her spirit had already left and she was gone. I did not RESPECT her body. I feel that now. I know that now. And I am sharing it with my daughters. YES! We are called to BE WITH the Beloved Body one final time. To BE WITH our Loved One with family and dear friends of the heart and speak our grief.
Years ago I stumbled over Shakespeare’s quote from MacBeth:
Give sorrow words, the grief that does not speak whispers to the o’fraught heart
and bids it break.
Now I know that we need to be heard into speaking. And that means speaking the words out loud. We need to hear ourselves speaking our words of sorrow.
Gosh God, I probably still have Words of Sorrow that I still need to speak! These — somehow sacred — words wait. Wait until they can be released. That is a very good thing because it means it is not too late!