Sounds morbid, doesn’t it? Do you remember when you had someone close to you pass away? What did life feel like at that moment? It seemingly takes on the feeling of a train ride with multiple stops before you can get off. Along the way, you pass by people and places you know; feeling ever more lost as the train rushes onward.
On Saturday, my maternal grandmother passed away from a stroke. She was in her nineties and had lived what I would say, was an interesting albeit difficult life. She lived in another country which made visits few and usually only once a year in my childhood. As life became busier and I moved into adulthood with my own life, the visits were fewer and eventually only phone calls. I will miss her dearly.
Time will tell the stress that her death leaves on my parents, particularly my mother who suffers from illnesses herself. The train ride has already begun for my parents. They are packing up from their warm retirement destination and taking a red eye flight back to Canada. Then it is off to another country for my grandmother’s funeral after spending only two short days in Canada. For my aging parents, we will see how many days it takes them to recover once they get back from the funeral.
On my part, it means fitting in an airport pickup, drop off, cooking extra meals, running extra errands and keeping the peace in the house for two days. Many things I will gladly do to makes things easier for my parents.
People may come and go from our lives but it is what we learn from each of them that keeps them living in our world. Everyone we meet in life is a teacher, each with their own great purpose to help us along the way.
Are you a student of life?
[quote style=”boxed”]’What the caterpillar perceives is the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning’ ‘Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well’ -Anonymous[/quote]