The Celebration

She stood in the doorway. A sight which affirmed my search. Watching her stand there was hypnotic. A moment that's been etched in my memory forever. Her stance personifying perfection and reflecting her indisputable strength. Words had failed me as I walked towards her. She held out her arms and welcomed me in a warm embrace. It was role reversal. Consolation and understanding was mine, and not hers. Her grace changed the connotation of loss she had suffered. The new meaning was gain. A gain, which meant more than words could express. A gain, that Buddha explains through his principle of 'Letting Go'. It was, probably 'letting him go to death' that gave her the will to see it through. Her mind did not surrender to the grief that the event had brought.

A women of substance, a Guru and guide she is understood death as a celebration and not a mourning. A celebration of union with the One, her God. She knew he had to leave. And of course he had to, so that as always he could be up there for her, to hold her in a warm embrace, as she held me, when one day she would climb the stairway of heaven to unite with Him.