Husby and I had a very eventful weekend.
We held a vigil for Husby’s dad, who has been declining steadily for the past six months.
Such a hard road he had to travel this past winter. It would have been hard for a sturdy person like me, much less a fragile little man of eighty-six years.
He took it like a trooper though.
The toll of age affects not only the aged. A life lived affects not only the one who lived it.
My life has been permanently affected by the experiences Husby and I had throughout the vigil. We met wonderful people. We learned new philosophies. We saw how strong and complex the human body is. We also saw how frail it is compared to the enormity of the soul inhabiting it.
We are bigger than our lives here. The vigil proved that to me.
To be part of such a significant event is nothing short of astounding. Death is rebirth, and I believe that completely now. It was an arduous road for Husby’s dad, but we were so happy when he reached the glorious destination. I don’t know what that destination is, but I do know the end of life as we know it is not the end of existence. I don’t just believe, I know.
Husby and I are so happy for his dad. He’ll be missed, but never far away.
Lovely post…I’m very sorry for your loss. Having recently tended to my mother at her passing, I know there is a sacredness surrounding a death, not unlike the magic of birth. A sad time, but not something you want to miss, as it’s one of the few really big, meaningful events we are allowed to witness in life.
Thanks, Cindy. I’m sorry about your loss too. I’ve never been with anyone at the exact time of passing, and it was amazing. I feel privileged to have been able to experience it.
So sorry for the loss of a loved one. It is however, very comforting to know that they have found a better place and that they are without pain. Awesome post!!
Thanks for your kind words. For Husby and me this was a very joyous occasion in that Husby’s dad is free of the restraints of his failing body and mind.