We filter our pain through the memories of loss felt and held in the recesses of our hearts and the fiber of our beings.
As tears beget tears, and sighs birth shuddering sighs, we make meaning of tragedy and loss in small and personal ways.
Death is always personal.
And the personal is our reality, what we know to be real and true.
Each of us has our own precious memories, the look of a loving smile, scent of sweet perfume , taste of shared pleasure, feel of an all - enveloping hug, sound of a well-remembered laugh.
Death is always personal.
Our personal losses do not isolate us, we share the miracle of being human comforted by the shared companionship of those around us. When we open our hearts to our own personal memories, we are embraced by community, the community of all those who have suffered and lost.
One shared sigh, one common cry, one rhythm of release. Communal yearnings link us to each other, common dreams and connected longings recognize our shared humanity. We are all one – in our pain, in our grief, in our tender suffering. We can take solace and support from the presence of others, the comfort and compassion of living in community, acknowledging death is always personal.
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