“The ‘Magical Event’ of My Mother’s Passing”
In my meditation this morning, this was given to me:
It was Magical
to be with my mother
as she passed over.
of the Supernatural Power
that ever bound us
– and ever will.
J.P. Priestley writes of a “magical event.” “You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up to find yourself in another quite different.”
So her passing over was for her – and, in a way, for me. Since then my world, too, has always been quite different.
And yet I was not in the room at that Moment. I had been there for most of the previous three days and nights, beside her bed, she deeply unconscious – and so Beautiful.
At about three in the morning the nurse asked me to wait outside as they repositioned her. Within a minute she came out to say she had died.
Not with me actually there, at that “magical event.” She could not leave with me with her. She had to go – and I had to not be There.
But I have in my way, been ever since – as has she – in her way.