Dorette passed away gracefully in her sleep early yesterday morning.
I don’t seem to feel any sadness, but more so, a kind of emptiness in that we humans come and go. Her death seems to have removed that sense of endless living we humans, and other animals, carry while alive.
I don’t feel loss, but instead I feel that emptiness in the solitude of my own individuality. Perhaps I have to project beyond this immediate place and moment of actual living in order to be better oriented in present time and space with a future that ends. It gives us a conceptual vision of being here, and becoming, on a path to there. It is the structure of time as we experience it. Now that there is no structure left for her, it feels empty.
I am close to that brink of nonexistence myself and believe that I can better feel the void because of it.
I am glad that she was able to reach out to those she loved one last time. Her passing was graceful and merciful, given what I know and see in the struggle of others in their passing. She seemed to make all the right choices, at exactly the right time. She was a genuine person with a good mind and especially a good heart.
There is another aspect about her that others may wish to acknowledge. This is about what she reached for in goodwill and effort, what she did or didn’t accomplish, and her having experienced the actual struggle of service and the authentic love she gave from her true self as an individual.
I wish to acknowledge how fortunate I am to have shared an important part of my life, and its development, with someone of her dimension. I will continue on with my own journey and its return to origins.
Thank you Dorette for sharing such an essential part of life with me.
I can better understand why the idea of an after life was created and is believed in. It’s a way of filling the absence of, the reality of, its emptiness regarding others as they pass from this life. So the next question is about the remains. Or, what is there, what is still here, that she flavored with her being and created and nourished in her existence? This might well be the core issue of life after death—what remains here and now after our own passing. She left her goodwill.
I give you my love, goodbye Dorette . . .
Thank you