For my Mom: Kris Kristofferson’s For the Good Times – http://youtu.be/Ovb_iRWcqsc
Life is a beginning, a middle, and an end, the time frame for each of us is different. Even when we are fully aware of the end, it is almost always still a shock to our soul. We are not equipped to breeze through the end of our loved ones life. No matter how much lead time we have, no matter how long we have been preparing, our minds, hearts and soul are left wanting.
Each time that I have dealt with loss has been traumatic for more reasons than the loss itself. My realization must than be that death brings out the worst in many people. For reasons, sometimes obvious and sometimes not, there always seems to be more obstacles in death than there are in any other time of our lives. Now maybe it is just me…but I don’t think it is.
As I just shared with my loving cousin this morning: Today I will just focus on the love I have in my life and smile at my sorrow. My meditations have taught me to live in the present moment as it is the only moment we truly have, yet when times like this are upon us, it is hard to follow the path of our own philosophy.
I guess that stumbling through these difficult times is the learning experience that is supposed to enrich us as human beings, I say they just suck. None of us are perfect, our views of others are also flawed, how can we truly know someone when we are constantly learning about ourself. If we are always changing and evolving, the best that we can hope for is that those who love us, will always love us, not always the case in life, but we can still hope!
As a teen I used to be woken up on weekends to my Mom blasting Kris Kristofferson on the record player and singing loudly with each song. I would toss and turn in bed, wanting nothing more than a few more hours of sleep. Finally I would have to give into that music, get up and start my day. If you are reading this, please take a moment to listen to this song, and lovingly think about all the many ways that your parents tortured you.
Have a ROCKIN’ day, Mama