Nothing and Everything Changes
Once a week I call my mother, and check to see what is happening in her life. Her usual comment is … “I wish I had something to tell you, but nope nothing new here, same as last week.”
How does a string of “same as last week” turn into 90 years?
Last weekend, I went hiking on a 17 degrees warm Saturday, a beautiful hike along the Elbow River, and then snow and ice greeted me Sunday morning. I might add that this had been predicted, but on Sat I did not want to believe that the very next day I would be looking for hot chocolate and a fire place. That Sat as I walked the shores of the Elbow River, I could see the devastation from the spring flood … uprooted trees, and rocks along the shorelines that had not been there before. The one hundred year flood, not to be repeated in my time, forever altered the landscape.
Life takes on a routine, and when death and floods pay unexpected visits, daily rituals lose their meaning, and the very purpose for living is challenged.
Two weeks ago, I attended the funeral of my friends’ son … their lives have forever changed. And yet nothing is new in the big picture … birth-life-death, it continues on as it has for thousands of years. But my friends are left to deal with the after math of grief.
Hiking along the banks, I was reminded of their loss, and the struggle to rebuild life after such devastation. The closer you are to the high waves, the more difficult it is. It takes a community to help get through the healing of grief, although the scars remain forever.
In his book Grace Disguised, Jerry Sitser says that loss enlarges the soul.
Sometimes I don’t want my heart and soul to have to grow through more loss … I want to dance … I want to laugh … I want to sing …
We are called to weep with those who weep and to laugh with those who rejoice.
There is a beauty in both.