I really never thought my mother would die. She was a mystic who always seemed to have one foot planted in another realm. And for that reason, never really seemed earthbound enough to need to transcend this realm. But she did. And it’s still kind of shocking to my system to think that she is no longer reachable by the traditional medium of a simple telephone call.
Her passing was amazing. She took to it like a duck to water. She was clear she was passing into a higher realm, a place that was closer to Divine Light and she took every opportunity to demonstrate that.
She laughed on her deathbed in the way that Sarah laughed when God told her she would have a child so late in life. With an unbelievable joy about the blessings she already had and would be receiving. She was surrounded by her children, granchildren and greatgrandchild and told each one of us to “all be good” knowing that our ability to continue to transcend our personal needs to spread goodness was really what mattered most in life. And she asked us to celebrate her life by continuing to live ours with joy and laughter. It is one reason that I and my daughters have donned bright red nailpolish for her funeral — her signature color — in honor of her love of life.
She continued to live til her last breath. Day after day she removed the protective masks that had shadowed her during her lifetime. Her fears. Her need to protect her heart from love so she could not be hurt by loss. She stripped herself down so that at the end of her days she was pure love and light. A lesson for all of us in how to live at our best. To live fully may require us to continually remind ourselves of the beauty we are granted each day while looking at our own mortality face to face.
My mother’s passing will continue to add meaning to my life and those who surround me as we honor the many lessons she has shared.