In one of the stars, I shall be living. In one of them, I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery The Little Prince
three goodbyes in one year’s time
A year ago, our humble little condo floor was covered in small, washable rugs and we had a cat- scratched sea foam 50’s era sectional in the living room. It smelled like a mix of old dog and pee, and we didn’t care. Our geriatric cattle dog Emma was still making her way in the world, despite having no control of her bladder and a limited ability to walk further than a few blocks. She still had a spark in her eyes, though, and we were glad to have her around. A year ago, we spent a good portion of every Sunday drinking tea at our elderly friend June’s house. We spent hours and hours listening to stories about The Great Depression, hidden places to find booze during prohibition in Seattle, and sailing the Puget Sound. June enjoyed spinning a yarn with her stories and loved nothing more than an engaged friend or two who were willing to make a pot of tea and sit with her. A year ago, I was waking up early every Monday to dash off to yoga class, but not before hearing the phone ring and chatting briefly with Reen’s mom Patsy who called like clockwork at 7:00 am. Patsy had a gift for gossip and a wickedly good sense of humor that I cherished. Even in a few minutes on the phone, she created a connection that many people can’t craft in hours.
Funny how so many things can change in one year; the absence of a canine companion, the adjustment of furniture, the shift in Sunday schedules and the silence of the phone on Monday mornings, to name a few. One year passed, and three beings who meant so much to our days and weeks are gone. One year passed, and we aren’t the same people we were before.
Emma died at home this spring and we were fortunate to be there to hold her paws and kiss her sweet fur as she breathed her last breath. Patsy died in the same hospital she retired from as a psychiatric nurse so many years ago. She suffered a brief but painful decline at the end of summer, leaving us with the scent of fallen leaves as we departed New England for Seattle with tear soaked cheeks. Our dear tea companion June died just a few weeks ago while her husband and I held her hands and talked her into her next adventure. We were lucky enough to have the opportunity to read June her favorite Truman Capote story A Christmas Memory the day before she died. I like to think it brought her comfort. It certainly brought that to us.
heart stretching, soul expanding, life altering grief
2012 was a year of major losses and a year that taught me more about love and of spiritual connection than any I have had so far. Even my dealings with cancer could not prepare me for the heart expanding experience of sitting vigil with our beloved dog and with two women who taught me in immense ways about love, faith and friendship. Even nine years of experience working in grief support with a hospice agency did not prepare me fully for the immensity of my own grief and the ways I would be physically, mentally and spiritually stretched by these losses. That’s the thing about grief, though. Every loss is unique. Every person is unique. Every situation…unique.
One of the many ways my yoga practice has helped me in the past year (aside from my little bits of midnight asana and meditation in the confined space between the hospital bed and the radiator) was to recognize that it doesn’t help to judge any experience or any thing or any one as fundamentally good or intrinsically bad (and yes- I need to remind myself of this often). Sometimes things are just the way they are. And the one thing that can be counted on, thank goodness, is that every experience, thing, and person not only can, but will change.
So, here’s to a new year of experiences and connections, losses and gains. As much as I love new beginnings, I also love pausing to think about how I’ve been blessed and transformed by the souls in my life; living and deceased. Right now, I light three candles and pause for Emma, Patsy and June. These three remarkable souls brightened my life and reminded me in equal measure to listen from the heart, to laugh from the belly, and to get up from time to time to shake it out and play.
9 thoughts on “in memoriam”
Beautifully written Wendi… Thank You for sharing 🙂
Indeed, Wendi—–what a loving companion you were/are for three souls—your words tug at, and, also, warm my heart, as,do the photos. Thank you for making a cold, snowy Sunday morning, warm with your heartfelt feelings. . Hugs for you and Reen, Beverley
Thanks, Beverley- oh, how I wish we had a snowy morning here! It’s cold and grey in Seattle (but not having rain is a gigantic treat). So appreciate your sweet words.
touching!! wonderful reminder to cherish those in your life ❤
touching! and the pictures of the women… I can see why you’d be drawn to them! ;0)
thank you for reminding me to cherish those in my life!
Thanks, Kari Ann! I always appreciate those little reminders, too. I’m blessed to have so many amazing connections in my life.
35 posts in my rss feed reader scared me. What has happened? 35 posts means that someone is going through an incredible range of emotions and wants to share with the world…I, in the world, know that I owe you at least a morning to read and reply to your 35 posts. I lost my mum last year just after she returned to her home in another state after visiting us for Christmas. Grief cut me down with a single brutal slash and it carried me away for a time. I let it take me where it would because I didn’t want to not do justice to my mother…I wanted…I owed, her that much. As someone who lives with 2 dogs I know that one day we are going to have to say goodbye to our boys. I don’t even want to think about it but when the time comes I owe them myself, and my grief. Please accept my appology for being too chicken to read your 35 posts before now and I will be reading, and commenting on them until they are gone. I owe a friend whom I have never met that much.Here we go backwards…
love the quote about laughing and living in the stars…..a comfort as they shine down upon us with their light…..and beautiful memoriam of three beautiful stars and the gifts they gave….thank you for sharing and so lovely to see their beautiful images in the photos….you’re such a lovely writer ms wendi!
awwwwww- thanks, Leslie. I so appreciate your constant support. That quote was inspired by Jill, actually. I keep forgetting to tell her that! The idea of stars as living reminders of our loved ones is such a beautiful one for me. A little metaphor, a little hope, and a little wonder.