One of my dear ones marches inexorably toward his passing. Another dear one walks this journey with him, holding his hand.
I admire her patience and resolve. She’s been stronger than she ever imagined possible. It’s marvelous and poignant to take in her acceptance and her softness in the face of an unimaginable loss.
Even for one like me, who sometimes sees through the veil, this process of dying is a panorama of terrible grandeur. Sometimes my breath barely comes in beholding it.
I pray for ease and peace for him.
I pray for solace and the sure knowing of love for her.
I pray that the Great Mystery will hold them both tenderly in this moment when neither can avoid the truth of our core essence.
And I pray for myself that I may honor and support them in ways they can receive.
