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Legacy and Loss

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.


7 comments on “Legacy and Loss

  1. msjboogie
    March 5, 2012

    I am so sorry for your loss. I think our loved ones do know they are leaving soon, even if we do not pick up on the clues. But, they do live on through their love, works, and legacies they’ve left. May we too leave such love and legacies. Thanks for sharing your beautiful words.

    Love ya,
    Ms. J


  2. C.D. Beatrice Clay
    March 5, 2012

    Transitioning from this life to the next is a peculiar and mysterious thing. I remember sitting at my grandmother’s bedside when she was near death. One day (just a couple days before she died of pancreatic cancer) she requested a lavish meal, all her favorites; we laughed and smiled the whole evening. It was as if she knew it would be her last supper on this side. The very next day her whole disposition changed; she withdraw, stared off in space, wouldn’t smile at me. She wasn’t being mean or anything; I was her favorite grandchild by ALOT. Her eyes just canvassed the room as if she was taking it all in one final time. In that moment, she knew and she knew I knew. Memories are peculiar and mysterious too. Hold on to yours; they will carry and keep you. Love,


    • liberationtheory
      March 5, 2012

      Thank you for sharing that memory. There is definitely something other-worldly about experiencing someone else’s transition. I, too, was with my grandmother when she passed. I had a vision of it 4 weeks before it happened. I was called during finals to come home and when I arrived that night, close to midnight, she was still responsive. The pastor brought communion that next morning for us and that was her last meal and her last communication with us. She passed the next few days after that. I remember having to tell my aunts and uncles who were asleep in the next room that she had left us. 7 years later I happened to be alone with my grandfather and his wife the night he made his transition. The uncles and aunts went to my mom’s house to rest and he left us then. In a place between dream and consciousness, I saw the ancestors come for his spirit. Again, I had to be the one to tell my uncles and aunts that their father was gone. My uncle jokes that he’s not taking any more calls from me because it’s always bad news. Yet, I feel honored to have born witness of something so illusive and so universal.


  3. Trina Kumodzi
    March 5, 2012

    This is so beautiful. I have built up my own losses that have permanent notches on my heart as well. I empathize with you during this time of loss. I deal with loss and coping every day as an ICU nurse. Your post echoes so much of the lessons I have learned from the people I am honored to care for as well as the importance of transitioning into the next life with dignity.


    • liberationtheory
      March 6, 2012

      Thank you for stopping by my place, and I’m happy that my sharing resonated with you.
      Loss is so, so hard. But I’m considering shifting my orientation to see it as a way to gain.. Those thoughts aren’t fully developed yet, though.


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