I awoke very early today to a darkened room and rolled over thinking, "Why am I awake so early?" I snuggled deeper into my duvet but sleep was elusive. Then I remembered: Today should have been my sister's birthday. I glanced at the clock and saw that I had time to go to morning mass. Out of bed I jumped; I was happy to have this gift of the mystery of joining with my sister for a morning feast on this day. Our last one had been shared 20 years ago, at my place, as a family, with great laughter, yummy food, and a memory that lasts until this day.
I prayed in thanksgiving for her life during evening prayers with friends tonight. We ate a marvelous supper together and then sat out on their deck, riverside for a bit. Suddenly, I saw a bald eagle fly across the river and perch on a tree. No one else saw it. Later, it would take off, and the others would catch a glimpse of its beauty and strength as it flew towards us along the water and past the nearly full blue moon. This seemed like such a gift to me as this day ended. I felt like I had been emptied and filled once again on this journey of grief.
Peace,
Suzanne
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