“Honor, Affection, Endurance”

Day 122, #2026bigyearproject

In a little while, we will fill a sanctuary, raise our voices in song, listen to reassuring verses, and break open our hearts. Some of us will play our instruments. Others will be tasked with speaking about Auntie Connie’s life. The service will be simple, as she requested.

My beloved auntie is going to be laid to rest beside the husband she adored and two dear sons who left us far too soon. I have imagined them waiting for her arrival eagerly. That thought has comforted and sustained me since her passing.

Last night, there were so many reunions during Auntie’s wake! We hugged, laughed, wept, and shared sweet memories. We said again that it was too bad that we saw each other on such sad occasions. We drew strength from each other.

As my husband and I drove toward the gathering, I felt immense gratitude that we could share the weight of grief with many other arms. Alone, it would be too unwieldy to bear. Though we may hold on to our composure in other places, in this space we could break down and express the wailing awfulness that we felt. Others understood, could relate, howled beside us.

During this visit, I have watched the littlest ones in our circle. They run to their elders with complete joy. They know they will be held with affection. They are growing up surrounded by souls whose love will fill them with assurance, bolster their confidence, and show them how to face trials.

Auntie displayed grace as she handled the losses of her sons. She was the rock that led her family once her husband became ill and passed. She stood by us when we said goodbye to our parents. Without gaudy words or displays, she exemplified unshakable faith, inner power, and good humor. I learned that I cannot be defeated, but I can surrender.

Farewell, my dearest Auntie Connie. May our love carry you home.

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