In confronting the terrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, I reached back into other times when I have faced grief and loss. Now our entire nation has felt the reverberations emanating from that seemingly perfect New England town. So I have tried to choose words of comfort. Some will resonate than others, but it is my hope that something here will sootheand lessen the heavy weight of loss.
We will all lose loved ones. No one escapes this truth. Loss and grief have a commonality; we miss those who are no longer with us. We feel this whether they are are taken too young , in senseless violence and before they have blossomed or if they have experienced a long life, as in the case of my mother who departed at age 98. We still miss them and wish for yet another day or, in the case of all those so young and innocent, a lifetime of becoming who they would have been.
This poem, among many other writings, touched my heart and I offer it to you. It was printed on a funeral card for my mother. The author is Mary Elizabeth Frye:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint in snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
I had never heard these words before, but they served as a source of great comfort to me. They spoke of the Truth I already embraced; that none of us die and that life is eternal. I believe this at the core of my being, yet I still felt tremendous loss. As my mother moved ever closing to departing the world, she made it abundantly clear that she knew where she was going. After she stopped breathing and miracles unfolded, it was not long before shesent scores of signs and messages indicating her presence and her love for us. While I did not expect this, they were there. We who witnessed them were enthralled.
To all who have lost loved ones, watch, stay tuned, and be aware. Instead of doubting something you see or hear or experience, try to be open to messages you may receive from deceased loved ones. They may or may not come; this is not a measure of how much love there is between you. For me and my family, we were always amazed and never expected any of the many communications that took place. They bolstered and cheered us. The book, Hello From Heaven, by Bill and Judy Guggenheim, is full of accounts of many after death communications. I recommend it as a source of information and for the wonders within. But whatever brings comfort, let it be there in abundance. There is love flowing to you always, both from heaven and earth.
Peace be with you.