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Death Visits

We are left behind to invent a life no longer with us.           
Death sparks our creative resources.
           
Death teaches us to live.
 

 From Death: An Anthology of Ancient Texts, Songs, Prayers, and Stories edited by David Meltzer

  

I feel as though my own writing has taken a break. This is my attempt to get past it.  I’ve been very quiet inside, conversing with my significant other in writing and in speaking to him aloud, sometimes asking for his advice, talking about the day with him, keeping him updated on what’s going on—knowing that in some way he hears me and can only respond through small signs or by just my feeling and sensing his presence.  He has crossed into the other realm. It has been a bit over a month now since his passing.

 Some books say that I should get used to saying that he is dead, so that I can face the reality of it. What rings most true for me is what Vietnamese Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh says in his book, “No Death, No Fear: Comforting Wisdom for Life.”  He says: 

 The Buddha said that when conditions are sufficient you manifest yourself. When conditions are no longer sufficient, you stop the manifestation in order to manifest in other forms, with other conditions. (72).

 Death is one of those words that doesn’t really make a lot of sense. Most people don’t like to talk about it until it happens, and even when it does happen, it can cause a lot of confusion. Everyone handles the grieving process in their own personal way. Death can leave one feeling lost for a time, left to make sense of, to let go of, to rebuild from—to continue living. 

Nature has taken on a new level of meaning for me because now, not only do I have my usual connection to nature and sense my grandmothers’ presence and other family members, but now I look to nature to communicate with my dearly beloved. I also feel deeply that he lives on in me, through me and that is also quite comforting.

 Nature is usually my first guide, but when I face a life changing experience such as this one, I try to look to as many sources as possible to help me view my experience in the widest breath—to reach a wide variety of ways of dealing with life, with death. I had my Tarot cards read a few weeks back and also revisited my astrological chart with a counseling astrologer to revisit my chart and see if anything in particular stood out for the coming year. The last time I met with her was April 2004.  

I know that nothing in life is permanent and I have tried to keep this at the forefront of my mind for many years, as well as trying to practice non-attachment, but when death visits, it really puts one to the test. The emotional void takes hold, balance eventually regained.

 I’m not writing this to be a sad blog, rather one where I can reflect and speak, without speaking too much about the personal out of respect for my significant other. I’m using this space as a way of bringing my reality to the page. He had such a wonderful and unique sense of humor that it keeps me light at times when I imagine how he would have tried to make me laugh even when I didn’t want to. Of course I’ve had plenty of crying, other emotions, and going in circles. I know that the myriad emotional ups and downs will subside.  

The impact of death leaves a person changed for life. With self-care and nurture; processing, grieving, talking, reaching out, being with family, friends—and other ways that work for each individual—the way becomes more clear and life begins anew.

 Thank goodness for memories and pictures.  

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 Afterthought: I’ve always been curious about death because it always seemed near. My first experience was with my pet cat, Cicero, followed by my dog Kyo, and then other pets. And then my mother, father, uncles, grandfather, grandmother. My grandmother was open about it and she told me when she knew hers was nearing. I felt grateful that she sensed it and was able to tell me.  

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 I know there is so much literature out there on death and grieving. Two books that I found very helpful were: 

The Courage to Grieve: Creative Living, Recovery, & Growth through Grief ~ Judy Tatelbaum

 Grieving:  A Beginner’s Guide ~ Jerusha Hull McCormack

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Rebbecca, I hope your

Rebbecca,
I hope your memories, pictures, writing and nature help you find peace. I admire your strength.
Jodi

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Jodi,Thank you very much for

Jodi,
Thank you very much for your words.

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Memories

Dear Rebbecca,

As Jodi has said "I hope your memories, pictures, writing and nature help you find peace. I admire your strength."

I feel that you truly will. Death leaves an impact that forever changes our lives. And for those who keep their heart open, we eventually find a peaceful way to keep them alive with joy and a gratitude that we had the blessed opportunity to be so close.

For all those who pass before us - We have another angel watching over us until we meet again:-)

Truly,
Catherine Nagle

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Thank you very much,

Thank you very much, Catherine.
"For all those who pass before us - We have another angel watching over us until we meet again." Yes, perfectly said.

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Death.

Death teaches us the thing in minutes that life could not in years.

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Jitu, I hadn't thought of it

Jitu, I hadn't thought of it that way. A very wise and true statement. Amazing.

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Hi Rebbecca

I write this response with hesitation and caution. Everyone deals with death in their own way and I tread lightly in the presence of such deep emotions. I do, however, want to respond and say that you have not been far from my thoughts these past weeks.

This handful of sentences have taken me an hour to write and they say nothing. Hmm. I wrote to you a while ago along with a few other messages to people on RR which appeared to disappear into cyberspace. If you ever want to write offline, my email address is ryoma@ryomacolliasuzuki.com.

Wishing you the best.

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Hi Ryoma,Thank you very much

Hi Ryoma,
Thank you very much for your words and kindness. Your handful of sentences say everything!

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I think death, in a strange

I think death, in a strange old way, allows one to see life more clearly. It erases the misconceptions and clarifies the mind and the heart and broadens and irons out the wrinkles, the questions. Rebb, you sound strong and resilient and your good soul will carry you through the dark days and the memories you keep will carry you along like thistle down drifting on the wind. Keep writing...yours in friendship from afar. m

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M, Yes, I think you have a

M,
Yes, I think you have a true point about death—a force to be befriended. Ah, your beautiful poetry:  "...carry you along like thistle down drifting on the wind." Music to my ears. Thank you very much, M, for your kindness. You are a living angel.

p.s. I do believe you are true—that we seem to be on the same wavelength.

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We've talked about it before

We've talked about it before without really talking about it. Rebecca, I have no wise words, nothing to soothe because I cannot handle death. Just cannot.

I am glad for you that you have internalised the loss. I do talk to those I have lost - through death or other kinds of departure. Are those not deaths too?

So when I read about how others deal with it, I try and learn.

Thank goodness for memories and pictures.

Yes. And faces in the clouds...

Blue skies,
~F

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Farzana,Sometimes words,

Farzana,
Sometimes words, sometimes presence—thank you for your presence and your words.I feel that we experience little deaths everyday, every moment, but sometimes more significant deaths, exits—remind us of this after the skies have cleared.  And I agree that any loss, departure, is a sort of death.  

"Yes. And faces in the clouds..." Absolutely. I did happen to see a most beautiful face in the clouds yesterday. I tried to sketch it, but my skills are not there. It's etched in my visual mind though.

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Dear Rebecca

Dear Rebecca, I'm only now catching up on Red Room's blog. First, my condolences. Second, death is very near to me now as well. I found your post poignant, and comforting.

Another book: Stricken: The 5,000 Stages of Grief.

Warmest to you,

Mylene

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Hello Mylene, It's nice to

Hello Mylene, It's nice to see you again. It makes me feel glad to know that you found some bit of comfort in my post; that in itself is comforting to me.

Thank you also for the book suggestion.

Sending warm thoughts your way.

Rebbecca