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Welcome. Some tiny beads of inspiration and reflections about life.(By Hans Van Rostenberghe)******** Please visit the archive (on right of page) or browse per topic according to label (under archive)
I thought of the death of my mother.
There are two things that helped
me deal with it better: (1) the visit from a friend in the days
following her death who explained that our loved ones automatically
forgive us things we did or did-not do to/for them. I think the biggest
and worst part of grief is the feeling of guilt. I am still grateful for
that friend since he made the grief a bit lighter. (2) The fact of
being never able to meet her again was gnawing on my inside until during
a prayer I became really grateful for having had a such a wonderful
mother. Quite suddenly the focus from bitterness of not having her
anymore switched to a gratefulness of having had her.
There is
actually a third thing too: (3) her almost extreme level of care and
love, I experience now again and again, are living on in me. Thanks to
her love and care, I have been the person I am until today. Love and
care for others is what brings us most happiness and I am quite
convinced that i manage to pass her love and care also on to others in
my circle of influence. I know somewhere inside, that that part of her
is definitely not dead and perhaps may never die :)
We cannot let ourselves be consumed by what we see on TV