daughter arranged the items and used her artistic skills to make
it attractive. The next day, Sybil looked radiant and beautiful as
we celebrated the marriage of our children.
Eight months later, my husband and I traveled back to
St. Louis and entered the same church where our son was
married. This time we celebrated and mourned Sybil’s life and
death. Many people showed up to grieve and remember and
tell stories about this special lady. Her husband and children
publicly spoke of the love, legacy, and gifts she imparted to so
many during her life.
Though we rarely let it come into our highest
consciousness, life on this earth together with those we love
most will come to an end. The hope of heaven offers solace as
we allow our hearts and minds to entertain such a parting. As
mother, the releases are everyday and all along the way tasks.
These add up and crescendo toward grander calls to truly let
go. For me, the knowledge of an eventual ending of life
together as we know it offers up the possibility and the grace
to experience the full range of each and every moment as it
appears. The ultimate gift is a beautiful yet sometimes severe
grace that I have received in this journey as mom.
The journey of motherhood as well as life itself is one
of letting go. No stage or season with our children is
permanent but always flowing onward. Though there is grief
around this, we are also extended the possibility of deeply
knowing joy, beauty, grace, and true love. The poet Rainer
Maria Rilke penned these words: “Is not impermanence the
167
Previous Page Next Page