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THE GATHERING We gather on this eve, as friends often do, recognizing that this gathering is most impressionable. We've come to pray and comfort another. His loss deserves long, wordless moments and we oblige. We find ourselves slip into our own life uncertainties interrupted only by the sound of his deliberate words... "How can I let her go?" This question stings our eyes because our own mothers are still in the present... and tears find a way to release themselves from our bodies. I think of my childhood, and I know the others do too, and we remember, it was her arms that blanketed us when we laughed and when we cried and at some point in the cycle, we learned to return the embrace... I listen quietly as you describe the last days of her life and I realize that part of you now lies with her~ oh, letting go is rarely simple... In your mind, you reach for her hand and whisper reassuringly that she will not take this journey alone. Motionless, we reach for you with our minds and tightly embrace your shaken soul, as she would if she were here, and secretly pray that her strength will pass through us and finally to you... and that our presence is enough to guide you. |
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