Monday, July 7, 2014

The Second Day in Heaven

It has been just a day since my Auntie Joy died. I had to actually stop and think about that, because it seems like it has been such an eternity since I heard the news. But she feels so close. It's almost as though I can close my eyes and see her.

Yesterday, I could almost hear the party going on in heaven. She was 94 this month, pretty much the very last of her generation (and independent, living in her own home until the end may I add). She and my mother had been very close, and of course my uncle, her husband, my grandmother, her own parents, her cousins, her friends of a lifetime. They had waited a long time for her to arrive, and there was great joy in heaven.

Today, also, I have had a picture floating in my mind, of that second day in heaven, of the settling in. What I was feeling made sense as I remembered the occasions when my grandmother would visit from England. There was the arrival, when we all went to the airport, and there was so much excitement. Then came the second day. I can see my grandmother sitting in an armchair in her housecoat the next morning, dressed in her housecoat, drinking a cup of tea. Excitement had passed, and peace had set in. She was no longer a new visitor; she was making herself at home.

That is what I am feeling for my auntie's second day in heaven. Then maybe some sight seeing later, getting acquainted, learning where everything is.

It's one of the advantages of outliving most of your generation, having such a party waiting for you, going to a place that is more full of people you love than the place you are leaving. Yet another reason why it is not fair for those who die young. If Michaela died in 1988, she would have had a few relatives waiting for her. She even wrote a note about it, which we just found a couple of years ago. Her Grandma Madge, her Grandfather, even her guinea pigs. Others also that she didn't know. My grandmother, my uncle, relatives even I don't know. But she would have left the ones who loved her most behind.

One of my friends, Chris, lost her daughter to a car accident when she was 17. Chris now works with other mothers who have lost their children. Angel mom, they are called. She was talking this morning about how many of them have developed cancer, including a few who are in their final days. Why is this happening, she wanted to know. Not one to state the obvious, I suggested that maybe they long so much for their lost children, they want to go to them. But they don't want to die, she said. No, of course not, because probably they have children here still, people who need them. Who knows? Perhaps the children who have gone are longing for their mothers.

I don't know. I don't know why I am talking. Most people fear death, at least somewhat. I keep insisting that I don't. I will tell you that my only fear of death is of leaving those who need me ... my children, my family, my dogs even. I keep thinking that besides the grief of separation, death would be a great adventure. But I guess it takes standing on the doorstep to really know how you feel.

I keep being struck by the fact that I will never again be able to call my Auntie Joy and have a chat. I am really sad that I never got to visit her in these last few years. She invited me many times, but I just could never afford it, the combined expense of the trip plus missing the amount of work that would be necessary to have a real visit. I get a few days vacation a year on my job, but they are usually used up one at a time, to cover sick leave, to be able to see my daughter off to a prom, to attend events. I don't have blocks of weeks left to travel. I keep thinking, though, that I should have found a way. I should have made a way. Let me tell you, everybody, everywhere, to remember that tomorrow is not always promised. Don't put things off. Don't create regrets you will live with forever.

I think she is okay, though, my Auntie Joy. In fact, I think she is good, happier than she has been in awhile.

3 comments:

  1. I love your writing. I've been following you for several years I believe. What a special relationship you had with your aunt. I have several aunts, still living, that I adore and I make purposeful contact with all of them because each of them in their own ways have greatly contributed to the woman I am today. They have been mothers to me and I love them so very much. We are blessed to have known these women and have been changed by them as well. The definition of regret is to worry about something you can't change so I agree that we need to take advantage of the relationships we have while we have them but hopefully we can find acceptance over the things we wish we would've done differently because what can we really do about it anyway? All we can do is our best moving forward with as much love as possible. Thank you for sharing your heart. I really do get a lot out of the feelings you share.
    Tara

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  2. The letter made me cry. =(

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  3. GREETINGS EVERYONE,
    Sharon, Thanks for writing more portions of your life journey and mentioning the ministry your dear friend is an important part of. I visited the ANGELMOMS.com web- site and was deeply touched. The 1999 poem at the site tenderly presents their healing together mission statement.
    I will be referring a special grieving mom I know about this special supportive site.
    TEAM (Together Each Accomplishes More! )
    P.M.R

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