Dealing with the Un-Imaginable

I know I addressed this in an earlier post, but this is a subject that bears revisiting.

November was coming to a close when we received a call that my loving domestic partner of 18 years, father was in failing health. She wasn't anticipating going half way across the country until mid-December to visit her parents of octogenarian age.

She was to meet her sister the next state over for the trip and fly to their destination. Tickets had been pre-purchased weeks ago and were non modifiable. Nevertheless, she rushed out the door and drove to her sisters. There was hope that the date could be modified so that they could leave the next day for the flight.

As it turned out, the airline was unable to get them a flight out the next day. Then came the call that we all dreaded. "Her father has passed away".

For quit some time we knew this day would come eventually, but nothing can prepare you for the actual event. She had never been subjected to the loss of a family member and took the news very hard. I, on the other hand, had been through this many times and had spent a considerable amount of time attempting to help her adjust to the concept of loosing a family member. This has been a point of contention between us as we share differences of opinion about death.

I had wanted to go to the funeral, as did a great number of other people, but because this was going to be a difficult journey for her and her immediate family members, I realized that she was going to have to make her own peace with this at her own pace. It was a private ceremony with only immediate family attending.

She spent the next three weeks there helping her mother prepare for a life without her lifelong partner. When she finally returned home I could see that she had adjusted very well to the tragedy. She had returned bringing her positive and joyful spirit back. She chose to focus on living, joy and happiness at a time when it would be easy to focus on the tragedy. That's how she lives. That's how she's perceived and that's what she attracts into her life.

And then last night, death, again visited. One of our feathered friends died right before our eyes. We watched helplessly as our little friend drew his last breath and than was silent. I prepared his resting place today and said farewell.

If there's a moral to this story it would be this. No matter how much we incorporate the principles I have been writing about here, there is a power infinitely greater and wiser than us and at all times in control of the universe. Whether or not one chooses to acknowledge that power does not diminish that power in the slightest. Most of us have the ability to attract and create. Most of us have the ability to manage the time we have here on earth. But there is a door that each and every living thing upon this planet will pass through at a designated time of which we know not.

How you choose to spend your time is up to you and you alone.

Until next time... Live Well