The above is a prompt from Wild Heart’s Miribai Starr- well the second half is. She is guiding the grief workshop to which I am listening. It debunks some myths about grieving. [Wild Heart and Holy Lament, a grief community, is led by Miribai and Willow Brook.]
I thought I was safe; it’s not the same as I was safe.
None of us is shielded from being human, being frail, being mortal. Our loved ones, whom we desire to keep safe, they too are mortal.
When death takes your beloved, as it did mine, we are perhaps more devastated than if we were stricken and died.
More surprised than we would be at our own dying. As human, we know of our mortality. It is our gift and our millstone.
I was surprised when Burt passed – although his death was fully expected.
He had been announcing it for four days when he succumbed. Yet, I was surprised, prepared and not prepared. I thought I was safe, but I knew I would lose him; I knew I was not.
this is our life 