I have a confession. I don’t deal well with death…especially ones that seem taken from us too soon. It’s almost been two years since a college friend of mine passed from cancer. I wrote about that in a post called Time. I still visit her page. I read what her sister and mother write to her, her best friend, and others. I allow myself a moment to feel the pain of her loss and grieve with her family. I close my eyes and remember times spent in college and how fun she was. I am doing that again tonight for another friend.
At the beginning of the year, a teacher passed away suddenly without any warning. She was not sick at all. Two weeks later, my friend’s mom also passed away, and ironically, she was a teacher as well and simply felt a bit off that day. Last night, the same thing happened to someone I have known since elementary school. I have no words to comfort anyone. When my grandmother passed away in 1992, I was a senior in high school. Even though she had cancer, I never gave up. I really didn’t. When she passed away, I felt like a piece of me went with her. There are no words to fill that empty space for anyone, no matter what you try to say.
So tonight my friends, I will leave you with this thought. We are not alone in our grief. We are stronger by going through it together. Each time you think of your loved ones and mourn, know that your friends are with you in spirit.
“May the warm winds of Heaven, blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit, bless all who enter there. May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows,and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.”
~ Cherokee Prayer Blessing