I believe we are products of our process, not the other way around.
I didn’t know what to expect but I knew that day would come, death of a parent – it was apparent that it would happen to me. Just me. I have no siblings, so I got this experience as an exclusive.
Each year my reflections vary.
Both my parents died in March; my dad on the 8th (3 years ago) and my mother on the 25th (18 years ago).
These reflections come around when they want to, I don’t choose the timing. While these reflections come less often as time passes, they come more clearly, softly and poignantly as these memories take up their place in the past. In time, they will just be my memories – recollections nobody knows, nobody cares about and nobody remembers.
But I do. I’ve been recognizing this is true: how insignificant we all are in death. No matter how insignificant we might be in life, we are a tiny fraction of that when we’ve passed through our time here.