Afterlife (Image by ELLE RITTER)
I watch the people who want to tell me that they can see my ancestors
clustered around me worrying over whether I washed the dishes,
or spoke to my sister this week or polish the silver regularly. –
I don’t believe you would spend your time that way.
When I think of you, you are healed, together and in love,
no hurt from this mundane world remembered except in laughter,
saying weren’t we naïve, wasting our time on trivial things
when we had such love and children and friends.
Your faith in yourselves would surely teach you to have faith in us,
to know that your children, your grandchildren, will come to realize today, or
when we move on to the higher plane that you inhabit in your golden years,
God is in all of us, having made us from perfection: a reflection of endless radiance
© Kit Minden
I imagine my parents would go on to do more, learn more, and teach more.
I’m so glad that you think this way and not let anyone tell you what to think or how to grieve over your loved one. I love how you put a story together for us of how we can also remember or learn to remember our lost ones. It gives a different perspective on how many people grieve. Continue to be strong this letter truly touched my heart.
Thank you! It is good to have moved from giving to acceptance and celebration.I wrote about each and the losses, too. My mother’s death was sudden and very difficult, my father’s was something we fought against – pancreatic cancer – for several years. The last two month my so and I lived with him to help him die. It was a great death, truly. Friends flew in to bid him farewell from all around the world. The company at the table was interesting, Dinnertimes were full of fascinating dialogue.