Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Waiting Rooms - Day 208 of 365

This post is for April 21, 2011

MEMORY -

At the time of Pete's passing ..... so much was happening.  Spiritually, mentally, emotionally .... all spectrum's were being tested.  Although death sat upon our door step waiting ever so quietly .... life sat around us, on us and through us.  In fact, I don't recall a time in my life where I felt so alive.  So present, so  "in the moment" than I did that evening.   To feel the essence of life in the presence of death  ..... how blessed we all were to share that feeling.  I remember agreeing with my mom when she said "It's weird, I feel like a baby is about to be born"  I then replied with "I know, I feel like there are two waiting rooms. One on this side with loved ones saying their goodbyes and then another group of loved ones on the "other side" waiting for him with open arms"  The one time in my life, just for a moment did I want to be on the other side.


APPLICATION -

Sitting with a girlfriend on the beach, the day can't get anymore beautiful.  The wind is softly blowing, the sun is brightly shining and the waves are calmly dancing.  It really was the perfect day.  I didn't think it could get much more perfect until we struck a topic in conversation that lit my heart.

We had landed on the subject of "life".  I usually can't reflect upon life without reflecting upon death.  Through death, I found a new side of life ..... thanks to Pete.  I began to tell my friend about my last night with Uncle Pete.  As the words eased off my tongue, I began to tear a bit in the eyes.  Reliving that memory with Pete ..... it oddly felt comforting.  Reliving such a god sent opportunity sparked a feeling within my heart that I unfortunately can't even put into words.

REFLECTION -

My urge to work with Hospice is growing stronger.  Hopefully Mom and I will get our appointment to visit the Hospice House soon and receive a tour.  I feel Pete has opened up a new door in my life and a new calling for sure.

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