Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Always out of Season

What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night,
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime,
It is the little shadow that runs across the grass
and loses itself in a sunset.

Death comes,
and always out of season.
It is the command of the great Spirit
All nations and people must obey.

Excerpts from book: Beyond the Ridge by Paul Goble
A Lakota story about how they view death.
It is well done.

This book has Grace and simplicity in the discussion of loss and death.
Sometimes living with each other is a challenge but living without a loved one is so incredibly difficult. The grieving process is so individual and often very long.
The hard part is when the rest of the world is back to "normal" and you are not and that they expect that you should be. The best gift is of your time/& presence, words are often unnecessary.
After living through calling hours and having a good friend there for us- just in the room it was just the best. There presence said I care and love you and it made the difficult task all that much easier. Unfortunately we have been able to return the favor- not something you would like to have to do. Accompanying someone on their journey of grief is perhaps one of the greatest gifts you can give.
In memory of my cousins wife who left to fly with the Angels on 12/4/09
A life ended all to soon. Godspeed Jean. You are missed.

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