Death is a part of life, a transition that inevitably affects every living thing. Nature takes it in stride as if it were a change of season. But then, isn't it? What affects us most when a loved one passes is not so much the change of season or their death but the ultimate loss. Not being able to see them, talk to them, embrace them seems like a harsh ending of sorts, almost a punishment. On this earth, we live so much in the physical realm, in the senses. These senses make us feel alive and connected. When we are unable to use those senses to connect to another, it feels like some kind of abandonment. Memories are all that is left. Sometimes, in my dreams, I take hold of a visiting angel's wing and travel to that place far away in the misty ether where loved ones go in their change of season. Being in their presence, seeing their smiles, is enough to calm my stirring heart, if only for a night.
