I have just finished reading a book that was written by Maya Angelou, the title is "Letter to My Daughter". She has one child, and that child is a son, but she has many "adopted" daughters.
There was something she has written that struck a deep chord with me, and I wanted to share.
" I find it very difficult to let a friend or beloved go into that country of no return. I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is here in my heart, and my mind, and my memories.'
I am besieged with painful awe at the vacuum left by the dead. Where did she go? Where is he now? Are they, as the poet James Weldon Johnson said, 'resting in the bosom of Jesus'? If so, what about my Jewish loves, my Japanese dears, and my Muslim darlings. Into whose bosom are they cuddled?
I find relief from the questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may not always be true.
When I find myself filling with rage over the loss of a beloved, I try as soon as possible to remember that my concerns and questions should be focused on what I learned or what I have yet to learn from my departed love. What legacy was left which can help me in the art of living a good life?
Did I learn to be kinder,
To be more patient,
And more generous,
More ready to laugh,
And more easy to accept honest tears?
If I accept those legacies of my departed beloveds, I am able to
say, Thank You to them for their love and Thank You to
God for their lives."
" Letter to My Daughter"
Before anyone gets their knickers in a twist. I do believe that Jesus is the Way and the Truth and the Life. But, I also have asked the same questions she has asked. Death hurts. It hurts physically, emotionally, spiritually. It also is a teacher. It has taught me to love each moment, not just the "special" ones. It has taught me to let the little things go. Ok, actually, I am still working on this one. My to-do list sometimes gets the better of me. It has taught me to be thankful, for each moment that I have with the ones that I love.
Yes, death has a deep sting, but life - joyous life and memories bring love.