A few days ago a friend took his life, and I’m still trying to deal with it. When dying comes calling at the door, especially a suicide, it clears our being of pettiness. It connects us to others. More alert to life’s fragility, we awaken to life’s preciousness.
When those we love die, a part of us dies with them. When those we love are sick, we feel the pain. We struggle to find meaning from loss, seeking to find our way through the valley of the shadow. We find that we’re never closer than when we ponder the great mystery that beats at the heart of our shared being. Dust to dust, the mortar of mortality binds us to one another.
Hope is woven into our lifelines that connect us, bridging the space in our tears. To see our own tears in another’s eyes is the most holy of intimacies. We enter the realm of the heart, where the one thing that can never be taken from us, even by death, is the love we give away before we go. To express this love and release our loved one is life’s most perfect gift, the final expression of unconditional love.
Morning has broken, and we are here, you and I, breathing the air, admiring the sun as its warmth calls us to attention, calls us homeward.
Dust to dust……………..heart to heart.