letting go

let it go
When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not too long
and not with your head bowed low,
remember the love that we once shared
Miss me – but let me go.
For this journey that we all must take
and each must go alone, it’s all part of the Master’s plan
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in sound good deeds.
“Miss me – But let me go…” – author unknown

a week has passed…full of activity…sorrow…tears…frustration…unanswerable questions…memories…
remembering….her smile…her voice…the last moments.
death is fascinating, sad, unexplainable, heart-wrenching…

how is one ‘supposed’ to act, to respond to the death of a parent?

I’ve not been sheltered from the death of loved ones…but I have never been present in literally the final moments of life -to see life breathed out. I will not share those final, private moments. However, I am convinced that part of my mom ceased to exist a day before her body gave out. We, those present with her that evening, witnessed something tragically beautiful.

in an honest, brutally honest, moment…we gave my mom permission to let go.
“It’s ok to let go?
Yes, mom…it’s ok”.
What followed was a poignant moment that cannot be expressed in words.
…to witness, truly, a peace that goes beyond all human understanding
…to worship genuinely while standing by my mom’s bed
…to see the life come full circle

while she didn’t simply breathe in, and let it go… o how I wished she had…she let go, and we let her go.
we will miss her, but let her go.

grace.