Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf ... "
Jerry passed on May 23rd. He was in hospice about 30 hours. To say he was ready and willing is an understatement. As he lay on that bed there were moments when he seemed awake and aware, other moments he was deep. I would sit beside him and watch his slow, shallow breath and wonder where he was, what was going on inside his mind, what was he seeing? I whispered to him, 'you're going to learn all the mysteries before me aren't you? How I wish you could share them all!'
I believe it was Jerry's deep faith that had him pass through the Kubler-Ross stages so quickly. He spent very little time in the denial stage, seemingly going straight to acceptance ... and then he embraced it. He knew there was no fighting this. As he had said, "I feel I'm being chopped down by the master woodsman" .. and indeed, he was. But he took this card he was dealt and turned it into a dance. He went with grace and dignity. He was actually looking forward to this next adventure ... that great beyond.
Those with near death experiences tell us there is something beyond this earth; it is stunningly beautiful and euphoric. I like to believe it is pure Love. The BIG Love, the one that is ever lasting, it exists in all beings, in all hearts, leafs, rocks, wind, sky and earth. I think Jerry believed this too and he gave in and embraced it's coming.
Oh, that I might go with as much of an adventurous spirit as this man did!
Oh that I might live on this earth with this adventurous spirit and take each day as a gift and not squander my time, aware and awake to the mystery that presents itself to me; the small, red cardinal singing so loud from the roof next door, a spiders web, the birth of a child with perfectly formed little hands and feet, the caterpillar emerging as a butterfly ... such mystery!
The morning of the 23rd Dave and I got the call in the wee hours of the morning. We dressed and headed to my sisters house where her daughters and our niece had gathered after dealing with the final stages at hospice. I planned to stay with Karmo for the remainder of the morning/day, going to bed in the spare bedroom at about the time I usually get up for my first cup of coffee, 4:30 a.m. As I lay in bed, with tears streaming down my face I felt something. I wiped the tears away and realized I was laying there smiling for I was feeling pure joy ... real joy. And this joy was coming from the presence of two beings in the room with me; Jerry Sanders and Jim Daniels were there and informing me that all was fine.
At first I thought I might be hallucinating since I had only gotten three hours of sleep and had been up most of the night/day at this point. But I was wide awake, I was lucid and I got a knowing that was deep and true ... this was real. I had been asking Jim to come down to the veil, to come close for all of us, to be there to greet Jerry when he passed .... and by God, I believe he was!
Later in that day I shared this experience with the family that began to gather. With tears in our eyes but smiles on our faces we all began to enjoy the thought of Jerry and Jim together again laughing their assess off and doing just fine.
It's us who must remain here, who have to soldier on without these loved ones with us, who suffer.
And who knows if any of this is true or not. But if this thought helps any of us to get up tomorrow and get on with life .... then there is no harm in this belief.
But I remain a believer in The Mystery. I want to be open, awake and aware to those moments. For this mystery exists all around us.
Loving you all back,