Everyday Women Everywhere ™
by MprsFlame, for you, Sugar:
Life is a miracle, from the very beginning at the time of conception to finality of it, when death comes to take the soul and spirit of the person to our Creator. Although we have learned the hows and whys of conception, we have not learned anything of the nature of death. It is elusive, quiet, stealthy, silent, dark, and mysterious. It visits us when we least expect. Death does not send out invitations to prepare us for his coming. Well, not always anyway. With some people, I guess you could say he does, through doctors’ words.With God, I believe, everything comes in threes. Life is no exception. When we are concieved we “live” in a world of warm liquid in a dark cramped area. At an unspecified time, we “die” to that world. Do we fight that death? I think we do, because we are about to leave something we have become comfortable with, a place where we are safe, and going someplace we have no knowledge of, a place of mystery. Then we enter “life” and we grow, learn, mature, age. At an unspecified time, we must “die” to this world, too. We fight, we claw, we cry because we do not want to leave this world where we have become comfortable and feel safe to enter someplace we have no knowledge of, a place of mystery.
After the death of someone close and dear, we, the survivors, have a ceremony to “honor” the deceased with words of love and care. Truth to tell, those words are felt by the grieving but not necessarily heard by them. And although they are nice words to hear, the deceased does not hear them spoken. I have heard my mother on many occasions regarding a funeral say that “it does no good to speak sweet and endearing words of praise and love to the dead when they don’t hear it. It’s better to tell the person what you think of them while they are still alive.” Truer words were never spoken.
We have a wonderful person in our midst, who has recieved an invitation from Death to accompany him to this place of mystery. Why wait until after she has departed for this new world to tell her what she means to us? Why not tell her now when she can read the words for herself?
Sugar, I love you. I do not know you personally, but I know the person you are and you are wonderful. So full of love for the human race and for life. Through all that you have been dealt you have had a most wonderful sense of humor. You see beauty in everything and everyone. You have courage that most people only dream of. I will miss you, Dear Sister, but I will not let your memory get lost. I will hold you in my heart until I see you in the next life.
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