I had an entirely different post planned for today. All about getting out of a fitness funk. Because I needed to read it as much as I needed to write it.
But then something happened. T2.5’s mom died. Two days before his wedding. And you know what he said? Proof that he is a wiser person than I, as evidenced by his Facebook post last night about the possibility of his mom not making it to his wedding:
“… i will be sad BUT also happy that she completed everything in her life she wanted because i know it in my heart and because of my faith god will walk her to her seat at my wedding …”
He’s more religious than I am, but even I can see that there is a real beauty in what he wrote. That doesn’t mean there’s a lack of sadness. Because there is — he is. But he also appreciates the connectivity of the universe and the idea of life’s journey.
We’ve talked at length about this topic. Because of health situations in my family, as well as in his. Because death makes me so sad. Because the idea of losing someone very close to me scares me like nothing else (not even the Dogman). But he constantly reminds me that death is a part of life. What’s more, in order for there to be new life, there has to be death. You can take this literally or you can take it figuratively. Regardless, for something new to grow, something old must pass. And that’s why it’s so very important to put as much life into every second as possible.
T2.5’s thoughts on life and death came to mind tonight when, 12 hours after I found out about his mother’s death, I received a text message from my very dear friend. “She’s here!” Their daughter, whom they’d been hoping and praying and trying for for years was born this evening. An adorable baby who is just waiting for my arms to hug her.
I found myself in tears. Firstly because I always, always, always cry when I see, hold or hear about a newborn. Secondly because new life is such an amazingly beautiful thing — filled with hope and joy and wonder. Thirdly because I couldn’t help but think about T2.5 and his family and all that they’re going through right now, preparing for the next chapter in his life as he says good-bye to his mom. Fourthly because I realized something tonight.
There is truth to what T2.5 says: Death is as much a part of our journey as life. And while it’s sad — and it is oh-so very sad — it’s also a blessing to know that there is more than simply life (as we define it) followed by death. There is a connectivity in this universe that binds us all together (whether we admit it or deny it). I don’t know what — or who — that connection is. (Nor do I need to define it.) But I do know that it’s there. And that, my friends, is comfort enough.
“It’s the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love”
~”The Circle of Life” (from “The Lion King”), Elton John