One day you get a call. You realize that you will never see the person again. They may have been close to you, or maybe not so close. In the pit of your stomach you feel the inwardness of grief. The everyday things that were just in your field of vision go gray.
These are precious days. Every person in your life, and you (as a person) in their lives, is here but for a time. We each are precious gems. Our relationships can be treasures beyond any material substances.
What we do with our hearts and the hearts of others is what makes this life. Its not about stuff. Its about the living, breathing family that we all are together, regardless of the labels.
In ancient times the Neanderthals carefully buried their dead with tools, provisions and flowers. We bury our dead with the same. I'm sure that they grieved, just as we do today.
The nearness of death has invited me to adjust my priorities regarding my relationships with those around me. These are precious days. Our treasure is with those with whom we walk in this place, not in the stuff of the place where we walk.
Goodbye to you Ray, Leslie, George Sr, Neal. We will miss you. You are still with us. We treasure you and will not forget you. You made us rich by your presence in our lives. Thank you for what you shared with us. We are inspired to share ourselves with others, too.
Please take care, dear ones. These are precious days.
Allen Pollock, ( Owner of Gentle Breeze Farm, LLC located in Windham, Maine )
Gentle ponderings & ruminations on life and living