love, life, and the pursuit of liberation
I had a post all typed and and scheduled to post today. Then sometime between basking in Sunday’s church service, talking with my closest sister-cousin and doing my daughter’s hair, my sister-cousin’s mother died. I can’t say that it was unexpected- she had health challenges. But the circumstances and fragility of life have stopped me in my tracks.
“We are not meant to last forever. For me, I think that we should invest so deeply into the people coming after us.”- Kim Crosby
I mourn for family and my sister-cousin having to explain that Granna is gone but here at the same time. I am in awe that while our bodies are perfect machines, they are fragile. I think about the sudden losses I’ve known. I wonder if those transitioned bodies knew that it would be their last day. Did something in their spirit give them pause? Did they have a dream? Kim, Chuck, Damien, Sherry, Michelle, Loretta, Maxine, Roy, Monique.
I ponder our essence and spirit. And I know death isn’t unjust. It simply is.
The most we can do to live forever is to do so through our love, our inspiration, our works, our children.
I pray that when it’s my time-and it will be time at some point- I pray that there are more smiles than tears, laughter than cries, legacy than debt.