January 31st, 2012
I read the news today, oh Boy.
About a lucky man who made the grave.
And though the news was rather sad,
I just had to laugh.
I saw the photograph.
A friend lost her Mother. I lost mine. There’s a special club that we now belong to. It’s the orphan club and while the membership has its costs, it has its benefits too.
The best thing that ever happened to me was that my Mother died. I know that must be horrible to say, to even put down in words but it’s true.
I learned so much about myself. What I was capable of, what I had in me. What compassion I could truly offer. The empathy I could now feel.
What was horrible about losing my Mother was now a blessing that I could share with someone else. To be a voice of rationale in a somewhat irrational point in their lives.
So maybe that’s the gift?
A light to shine in someone’s darkest corner. The heel that kills the spider. A waving of the hand to break the web.
Someone to show that God exists. Not the brimstone and fire-reigning-down-upon God but the one that I always heard of.
The one of love and compassion.
My heart goes out to her tonight. My heart and my experience.