Just a few weeks ago we celebrated had celebrated her 90th birthday and yesterday I watched, as she breathed her last. And while the Lord was calling my husband’s grandmother home after a long, full life, there is mourning that must take place: remembrance of the memories she created and articulation of the legacy that she leaves. Her spirit. Her humor. Her family.
Three words echoed in my head.
Stop.
Grieve.
Breathe.
I feel as though we have lost the art of grieving in western culture. What happened to taking time to mourn? Taking time to digest, process and express. We think of a full life as one that is jam-packed with success, accomplishments and honours but perhaps a full life is one where we simply take time-
Time to be born, and time to die
time to plant and time to pluck up what is planted;
time to kill and time to heal;
time to breakdown and time to build up’
time to weep and time to laugh
time to mourn and time to dance;
time to cast away stones, and time to gather stones together;
time to embrace and time to refrain from embracing;
time to seek and time to lose;
time to keep and time to cast away;
time to tear and time to sew;
time to keep silence and time to speak;
time to love and time to hate;
time for war and time for peace.
Time for Peace – you will be missed Grandma Marion but your legacy lives on.
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