She reached out to me at age 13, when my mother died and gave me quality time. We would often talk about what it takes to be in charge of your own life. When I got sick, Aunt Kay spent several summers giving my daughter Brittany, what I could not and I am sure they had many similar conversations.
During a recent trip back home, we all spent an afternoon together and I was able to explain to her how her gift of time and love had become a part of who I am. Even though I am saddened and will dearly miss her, I am not agonized by the pain of unsaid words. My heart is peaceful knowing that she knows.
A native friend of mine, years ago, stepped into the house and said, ” Today is a good day to die.” I had never heard this common expression spoken among native warriors before.
Reflecting on the death of a friend whose body had worn down, dare I ask, is there ever a good day to leave? Why not? Does it have to be awful always? Can I resist the dark cloud of depression and let you go in love and respect. Can that be okay?