This is one of the ways meditation helps us get through difficult times… it is a nearly-unfailing way to open yourself to the beauty!
I got the news– her father passed away. Cancer.
The news detonates a dam, and the tragedy of another triggers a flood of memories. I remember the quiet that pervaded the house during my mother’s final days, even while streams of thoughtful friends and family trickled by with somber faces. The flocks of grey geese, a silent V slicing the grey skies above. The terrible disbelief that sets in after the final, jagged breath.
There are no words to comfort. Maybe I can say that I understand what she is going through. Afterall, I too have lost a parent, but everyone grieves differently. It is a lonely road, and she is a mother, she must carry on for another. The phrase “I understand” seems a bit inauthentic.
I can tell her that I’m sorry, because I am.
I can tell her everything will be different going forward, but how? I cannot predict. It is for her to discover…
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