July 24, 2013
Loss is a resolute and determined teacher. Like the pounding surf it can sculpt beautiful shapes; if you can tolerate the process, the destruction and reconfiguration. That is a choice, a difficult daily choice of surrender to what it is, let go of what was and if you are particularly clever at times, there is joy to discover in what is unfolding here and now.
Morgan, you taught us so much. I believe that showing us how to grow strong enough to deal with your death is an infinitely precious final lesson. Morgan your death gives us the opportunity to move into greater insight and greater love.
I get that, I really do and believe it.; though it ain’t always easy to see. Everyday has so many snares that try to pull me into negativity and self-pity. Walking Kirby, I see neighbors strapping grand babies into car seats and wonder why that joy was never meant for us.
Here is where faith comes to the rescue. A belief that the direction of the universe is towards good and wholeness – despite all appearances of destruction, the pieces are falling into place, not apart. You cannot impose your desire on these pieces, they don’t go or fit where you may want; but they slip into the best, most appropriate place of their own accord. Mogo, we miss you terribly, constantly and yet realize that you have made us grow. At the outer reaches of ability you can either fold or choose to grab hold desperately of possibility and so discover character and hope.