Tomorrow is another day . . .
one of my absolute fave truisms,
and just like that, the sorrow of
the past couple of days is passing.
I think about this, just as I did my
sorrow, as understanding is everything.
I realize, in my ponderings, it all
comes down to death. I lost a best
friend in January, one of my students
in February and now, a close friend
in March. It's no wonder my soul
finally said, "Enough!" and gave me
tacit permission to fall apart.
Something else I realized, being 70
the likelihood of loss is even greater.
Perhaps then, I need to look at death
a bit differently. In today's world, death
and the subsequent funerals, are being
replaced by Celebrations of Life! Some
would say, "Same song, second verse,"
but I disagree. How much better it is
to celebrate one's life rather than mourn
one's passing!
I think and I hope that sussing this out
in my mind will ultimately make the
losses in my elder years a bit more
bearable. Actually, my friends coming
to visit and commiserating with me is
what truly made the difference! Bless
them!
pondering through tears
so love me life over death
spare me the losses
Note: "Tomorrow is another day"
is the last line of Margaret Mitchell's
Gone With The Wind, 1936
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