When Death Sends a Message!

When my phone rang early this morning, I sensed a distinct eeriness about it.

I bravely answered and the voice of my very dear friend was not exactly soothing. Although, she was composed and began with the usual ‘how are you’, I felt something was not right.

So I just blurted out, “Why do I feel like this call is not a pleasant one?” And that is when she broke the news.

“Mom has passed on!”

Wreath-61204_1280-1Her voice trailed off into sobs and painful sniffles as she tried to suppress the spasms of bitter crying. I could feel her hot tears through the phone, and the distance between England and the USA became so close that the pain traveled through my heart like hot magma flowing lethargically through the core of my being.

How does one respond to such news?

Within seconds I traveled through the history of our friendship and landed on the reawakening certainty of the brevity of life. This feeling was sensitized by another sad event that reached my yielding ear this past Saturday morning. Another close friend of mine lost his wife.

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News of death is hardly easy to handle. More uncomfortable is how to respond to the bereaved.

Although inevitable, death almost always comes as a surprise. Even though we reluctantly accept that death is equally a part of life, we are never prepared enough for this transition. As I listened to my friend bemoan the departure of her dear mother, many thoughts swirled around in my head.

The reoccurring theme is the fact that, everyone living will unavoidably encounter death some day. The most important focus while we are alive should be placed on how we live during our every waking moment.

What we do to contribute to humanity. . . .
How we treat other people. . . . .
Simply making our lives count. . . . .
Making positive impacts. . . .
Leaving a valuable legacy. . . . .

As I immerse myself in this thoughtful process, jolts of reminders gingerly ignite my whole being as I find myself resolving once again to do many things differently.

This clearly communicates to me that holding onto minutia is of no value whatsoever. As humans we are so tempted to cling to things that are meaningless.

Insignificant things like grudges and squabbles. . .
Inordinate drama and schisms. . . . .
Putrid haughtiness, selfishness and self aggrandizement . . . .
Greedily piling up on the next best thing, and the insatiable thirst for affirmation. . . . .

All along forgetting that, our time on this earth is but limited!

On the positive side of value is the determination to make a romantic_Candle_Flower-453802_1920difference. Although this is not a natural default, the sense of living a worthy and purposeful live lies dormant in every human being. It is only set ablaze when we become rightly connected to the source of life.

Then and only then, does. . . . . .

Living life with purpose becomes a reality. . .
Focusing on the things that matter most becomes a priority. . .
And making every moment count becomes an urgent way of life. . . .

So, I’m reminded today all over again, to love unreservedly, to live intentionally, and to leave a reproducible legacy! I believe these thoughts resonant with everyone that takes the time to gaze into the maze of life.

We get the message, death! We get it!

 

What does the death of a loved one, or hearing about the death of someone remind you of?

2 Thoughts to “When Death Sends a Message!”

  1. Missie

    Wow! As I sit here reading your words about loss. I hold back, with all my human power, hot tears trying to pay a familiar visit . I’m currently surrounded by strangers on public transportation so having a complete and uncontrollably meltdown would serve no purpose or create any platform of understanding . I, too, with blue-colored regret, am walking that dark, lonely voyage of loosing my Mom, my beautiful earthly Goddess. She departed my life and released her life this past December, during the Holiday Season. There are no words of comfort to soothe or ignite my bewildered Soul. It’s a loss unimaginable but indeed crystal clear and my daily reality. I never knew that such a pain could penetrate so deeply and touch every known atom in your
    being. When I reflect back and search my memories for words or moments that will help to hold my fragile heart together, I find her smile and her constant live and I remember that she was and still is my soft place to land. Please, Take no days for granted my friends. LIVE and LOVE LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW and eat lots of chocolate with absolutely NO APOLOGIES!

    1. Sorry for your loss, Missie. Your story is touching. I’m glad chocolate found its way into the mix! Thanks for your comment. 🙂

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