Life really is like the Wheel of Fortune. Things that go down always come back up again. That is a good and a bad thing. Either way… it’s a thing.
The bad thing about funerals is that someone you love has died. The good thing about funerals is that it brings you together with your family, despite differences, and reminds you how really special they are. And how they could literally be gone at any given moment. Always a good reminder, in my opinion.
I may be wrong in doing this, but I like to draw important moments and give them as gifts at the funeral, in the hope of capturing just a bit of that person’s spirit to give to those left behind. I want to bring some form of healing, in my own way. I don’t know that it works, but I will definitely try. It is definitely worth trying. (If not today, maybe someday it will. ❤️)
And in our grief comes those moments of clarity, moments that remind me of my “shell hunting” days, in the ocean tide, as a child. There is a very brief moment when the water goes back out towards sea, takes a breath, and then rushes right back in. If you can hear the breath, you know when to look down and see the ocean floor, so very clearly. If you’re fast enough, you can pluck a beautiful shell out of the shallows before the tide even comes back in. Just as “shell hunting,” a funeral requires us to pause, take a deep breath, and examine what we see in that moment of beautiful clarity.
There is one thing I can always count on… my family. In my grief, when I truly listen for the breath and scan my surroundings in that moment of clarity, I can always find them shimmering and glimmering and dancing in the light of the sun. Always. They are my people. They are just as much a part of me as I am. Same.
So we will ride this wheel together, come what may. And we will hold on, while clinging to one another, like it’s the last day of our dear lives, secure in the knowledge that what goes down must come back up. 😉 Breathe. ❤️
Love you guys! Hope that this helps someone make it through their day.
♥️ Shilo
