Learning To Say Good Bye
There are so many levels and forms of “Good Bye.” Most of us don’t realize the full extent of the process until it’s our turn to walk the path. It may be a child leaving for kindergarten or college, a divorce, a decline in health or the ultimate… a death. Even though I have ventured down each of these paths before, every time it is new and fresh with lessons to be learned.
Since my Mothers passing in February, I have gone through the typical ups an downs of my grief and loss. Missing her is something that I really can’t even put into words. i will be doing fine and then the next thing I know something triggers a strong memory. It could be a smell, a picture, a phrase someone says or even a faint voice I hear on occasion and I would swear she is right next to me. Her presence still feels so close.
In the past few weeks a new decision was put before my family.
What to do with my parents beautiful lake home.
The decision was far from easy. Although my brothers and I now own it together, our lifestyles are very different. Not everyone lives in the same state and so the logistics for using the cabin became uneven. Each with our own busy life and trying to maintain our own homes, adding a another into the equation complicated things to say the least. Seeing eye to eye on fiscal responsibilities and life philosophies can be difficult in a family. The past couple of weeks have been painful for us all, but the decision to sell seemed to be the only real option.
Going through and staging the home for sale I cleaned, and packed and tossed and cried. I prayed for clarity and peace in my heart as my soul aches over the decision. When I would sit to rest, my eyes would scan over all the belongings…
The old ugly glass lamps which my mother loved have now become so precious to me. My fathers recliner that comforts me as I try to relax. Moms loon collection and glassware which is more than any one person could ever use… The simple scents of old perfume, the feel of dads tools in my hand. It’s amazing how we look at things differently once someone is no longer physically in our lives.
The end of a era so wonderful and filled with joy. The emotions are embedded in my body. When I cry, not only do tears come, but at times my stomach twists, turns and aches in pain over the loss of them. Yet when I laugh and remember the times of joy. My emotions are just as strong; making me smile, laugh boldly and even tears of love and hope and joy will stream down my face.
It is all up to God and the universe to lay out the future and what is to be. All we can do is make the best decisions with the information we have at the time, and let go. And then let go again and again.
The worrying does us no good but to make us spin in doubt. We all must move forward as difficult as it is and live our lives – fulfill our missions and walk our own paths.
I am so grateful to have had such wonderful parents who filled my heart with love and compassion. Both excellent teachers and leaders in their own way. May they understand how difficult it is for us to let go of the cabin. May they appreciate how we all feel their home deserves a wonderful family who will care for it the way they did. A family who will have the time, money and energy to maintain the home in a loving fashion. A family who will love it and share it with their friends and family, creating beautiful moments of joy, that will one day be truly appreciated at a soul level.
If the cabin is meant to sell it will…
if not, well I guess we still have lessons to learn.
May you each process your own loss in all the various forms it comes in. May you find peace within your journey and blessings in the lessons you have learned. May you find the ability to share openly your emotions with others, so you can fully release the pain you feel.