A man from our church died on Saturday from cancer. It took about two years or a bit more to conquer him. He was a great man. Not because he was John Wayne type rough-and-tumble, or wealthy, but because he had many friends. I wonder how they will fit all those people into the church at the memorial service, as he was so good to people, and well loved by his family.
I was alone today aside from two phone calls. Days like this make me contemplative. I was thinking about his family and his loss, and I realized that he has no pain anymore. He is in the presence of God and has no more pain. This made me smile. It is not as if we don’t still grieve for the empty place, but it brings comfort to know this. It also made me think about my mother.
I have grieved for her in a mawkish way that she would have hated. The truth is, she has no pain and she is content where she is, and it is time to add that truth in with the rest of the truths–the ones that I hold on to, and by which I justify how long I have not let this grief go. Not let her go. I believe, knowing her as well as I did, that she would be happy to know that I can do that now.
peace in letting go?
the water moves endlessly
this branch is solid