My dear ones keep departing and taking pieces of me with them and I remain torn, tossed, foot unsteady in their vacuous wake.
How can a person be so animated in body, with eyes so radiant, and so connected to me, and then just blown out like the flame of a candle?
In my bones there is a sure knowing, that this love never ends and that all God has made belongs, and returns to source. But this ground of certainty also has its limits as I face my own plunge into unknowing.
Strangely, I have begun to love this precipice. It whispers gentle and often: “let go, trust the edge of love and its vast unfathomable depths”.
Can death be such a friend, and approaching bride groom? What will happen to all my present boundaries and my sense of self? Do they just fall away like a robe from a naked body?
And what about my loved ones who have crossed over, will we know and be known again? Are they the gravitational pull, the summoning whisper I feel, that grows by the day?