It turns out that no matter what I believe about life, it is what it is. When my mother died I wanted nothing more than for her to be released from suffering. I have to hope that she has been even though I may not be able to know for sure.
Mother and me, Thanksgiving, 2009
What I do know is that I am still alive. And life is a serious business. It matters. Nancy, the hospice nurse, said "2 hours, 2 days or 2 months" almost exactly 2 months ago. For the rest of us, we don't know how many days or weeks or months or years we have. But why waste a single minute being anything other than what you most fervently desire to be? What you are at your center. Love. All. Peace. One.
You don't have to be alone to be safe, Mother. I hope you know that now. You are never alone anyway. You are part of all that is. You always were. You just didn't see it.