They say dogs love you, cats own you. Maybe so. Cats are just as loving as dogs. They are love, oozing with so much love to give and receive. With their love, we become captives. I had two cats, Maurice … Continue reading →
The Empty Chair spoken by Tyrone Siglos for Josh Siglos So strange to hear this spoken at the church service tonight. Beside my bed is an empty chair. Lucy my cat and I were in bed, suddenly something fell from the … Continue reading →
Just what I need. After mass one Sunday, a little boy unexpectedly announced to his mom, “Mom, I’ve decided to become a priest when I grow up.” “That’s ok with us if you want to do that,” she said, “but … Continue reading →
They look so handsome wearing suit and tie to serve their mom, Lorena. Lorena’s three sons wore a rose boutonniere and white gloves as pallbearers to bring her casket to the church, then back to the funeral parlor for the … Continue reading →
I am finding ways to go through the gift of grief as best I can. The only way I can, for now, is to think of all the kindness of family and friends who shared their love for my cat, … Continue reading →
Hi Uncle Cee: I was pondering on what you wrote about the Holy Mother; how it helped you deal with losing the love of your life. And was reflecting on Mama Mary how she dealt with grief.
What was grieving like for her?
How long did she grieve, when did she recover and what methods did she use?
Who were the people who supported her during that time?
How did she continue living life without Jesus Christ, losing the love of her life?
What was it like for her to see the love of her life, Jesus Christ, suffered, crucified, put to death and buried?
Grief somehow opens up more questions. Just like you, I questioned God and still do: WHY? Why can’t you just take away Jan right now, why can’t you give her what she wants right now, Jan wants to die right now. For years, 5 or longer, I watched Jan deteriorate, withering away, angry at God. Divine Retribution she says. I say the God I know is loving, kind and merciful.Jan asked me to take her to a place to be euthanized. My response was that she is not a cat; I can’t help her. Morbid sense of humour but Jan likes the blackness of it. Did God answer my questions, maybe He did. Did I hear what God was whispering to the ears of my heart? No. I was too busy listening to Jan and my heart ached for Jan.When I shared the Celebration of Life for Jan, I know I have arrived to that peaceful place where I can think of her fondly. No tears, somehow tears won’t come and my heart is glowing with sweet surrender.How strange this grief I have for Jan in comparison to the death of my Mother. And I know the next time someone dies close to my heart; it will be a different experience; for nothing can prepare me how I will feel. I would have thought that since I welcome death as part of living, since I have taken cared of people with AIDs, since I have been trained to volunteer and counsel in the Hospice of St. Michael, I am well equipped. Not really, I just have to have to go through it and enjoy the ride.I am alright, Uncle Cee. Thank you for your help, prayers and concerns. I hope I may be an instrument to your peace. I am here just a click away. Pax tecum. Perpetua
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