Grief is Gray, Gold and Gorgeous
My Dad passed on Sunday, June 25, 3:53 pm, while I was attending my granddaughter Alexa's dance recital.
It's taken me a bit to be able to articulate what has transpired. Life deals intense hands at times. I'm always on for the adventure. Sometimes it takes a bit to get all the parts moving in synch again.
Though my Dad hadn't been well for quite some time, and hospitalized for the last 6 months, it was a shock when my brother Gil called to tell me of his passing. Loss is no less profound when you expect it.
We had a private viewing for my dad. I passed on the mass and burial. I honor my father in my own way.
I cried for three days and allowed myself the freedom to feel the anger that had set up house in my heart. Fully spent, a deep calm clambered onto my lap and embraced me like a child finally finding comfort.
In the days that followed, I felt him closer than ever. He was no longer tethered to the old stories of separation. He was freedom and light, joy and love. He invited, even urged, me to join him. He has returned to the creative cosmic cauldron. I am here.
I'm taking it slow, moving with what pulls me. There is no room for ‘have to' or ‘got to.' These days I'm …
- re-designing one of my websites
- putting together a library of all my events and programs
- chatting with a dear friend and colleague on a collaboration
- toying with a 30-day morning musing writing event
Ease and flow, with smatterings of grace, are here . . .
lives in the
vibrant and true
present in you
Life continues to cascade in ever riveting rhythms. Even in loss, life beckons.