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Crossing the Bridge

November 29, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

 

Mom’s illness caused her fall and ultimately her death.

Her younger sister passed on before. I don’t know when. I don’t know why. Theirs was a shattered relationship.

Sometime after Aunt Lucy died, my cousin sought to reconnect with my parents.

That’s how it is sometimes, I think. When we lose, we ache to find.

When a stitch is torn from life’s fabric, we long to weave the raveled threads of the past.

To embrace what remains.

To cultivate the barren.

And yes, to build a bridge.

Because in the end, it’s all about family. We were never meant to do life alone.

I don’t know what urged V.J. to reach out to my folks, but they grew close.

She and her family drove across the bridge to visit Mom in the Cottage.

They came to see my dad the day Mom died–two days after Thanksgiving.

They attended her memorial service.

Not knowing that before the next Thanksgiving rolled around, V.J. would also break the bonds of earth.

A fall caused her illness and ultimately her death.

She did not realize she’d torn her spleen, and by the time she sought treatment, it was too late.

And again I was reminded of the brevity of life, of a cloud of unknowing, of moments whisked away in the wind.

So two days after Thanksgiving, we crossed the bridge.

The Mackinac Bridge lit up for Christmas 

Our hearts throbbed to the beat of drums and songs with words we didn’t understand.

We paid honor to my cousin, only three months younger than I, as she lay love-embraced in a friend-woven shawl with an eagle’s feather clasped between her hands. We breathed deep of sage smoke fanned, and we scattered tobacco to the wind.

As I listened to the stories, I thought of the pictures. I wished I could remember. And I wished I’d known her better.

After the meal, I hugged her kind and gentle husband. “Don’t lose touch,” he whispered in my ear.

V.J. and me. I’m the poser.

 V.J. and me. I’m the hugger.

Today these words from Henri Nouwen arrived in my box.

The wonderful knowledge, that nothing we live in our body is lived in vain, holds a call for us to live every moment as a seed of eternity.

And I vow again to take no moment for granted. To try to live each one as a seed of eternity.

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  1. S. Etole says

    November 30, 2012 at 12:12 am

    So quickly the seed flies away. You’ve shared this so well.

  2. Lorretta says

    November 30, 2012 at 12:46 am

    Thanks. I’ve spent time in this place you’re in. It’s been 9 years since I buried my mother and in this time I’ve learned how to sift and sort the memories and how to save enough to keep me going.

  3. Lori says

    November 30, 2012 at 8:07 am

    Wonderful wonderful……as I live longer and longer on the earth, I count more and more that are no longer here, but on that distant shore. And it never gets easier, but we have hope even in our grief because death has been swallowed up! Lori

  4. Pat says

    November 30, 2012 at 9:28 am

    Sending love and sympathy… and much gladness for the reconnection.

  5. Sissy says

    November 30, 2012 at 9:45 am

    xoxo

  6. Martha Orlando says

    November 30, 2012 at 11:14 am

    Such a touching post . . . yes, family is everything. As my dad is suffering from Alzheimer’s, I value more and more each day I have with him and my mother.
    Blessings, Sandy!

  7. Gayle says

    November 30, 2012 at 1:55 pm

    It is always a mystery how quickly some leave us and how others live a long life. Precious sweet memories…

  8. Megan Willome says

    November 30, 2012 at 7:03 pm

    Of course you’re the hugger!

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