the last breath, Sept 25, 2022
So today, my youngest sister calls to tell me that this is it, the day, 60 years after she delivered the beloved son, she dies.
All my life I wanted to be the one she was with when she took her last breath. “We can do this mom,” I have always wanted to say. Not as a doctor, or a mother, or a friend but as a great fan and precious devotee. The last breath is a pretty major leap in faith. No body knows what happens next, no matter what they say. It may even be that as we leap into death, holding on to the moment when darkness falls, we find ourselves on another upswing, some where out of sight.
What remains of what came before? Do you get to find the others you loved that came before us?
Do you get to keep any of the lessons you learned, when you move into a further phase?
Did you make a bit of difference?
Did my mother make a bit of difference in the circumstance that we now find ourselves?
Who listened to her?
Who like what she said?
( I did. I liked so much of what my mother said, I could hardly have a thought of my own… “My mother said, “According to my mother……” I prefaced most of my speech//)
She was an aphrodite/ciderella/little mermaid/greenster. The little mermaid struck closest to home, and even now, as she dies, I wonder if she considers how she might have done things differently. Love. My mother’s love story was with the earth, although she always longed for the human love story:
when the white knight would ride forth and she would catapult herself on the steed and they would save the kingdom together.
What is it about today that she sees fit to let go into the next thing?
Letting go of the earth without my mother, and not know where I will land, makes me so very sad. Rosie is sleeping quietly out under the rose bush. She has gone deep and my friends and I have done what we could to let her know how terrific we thought she was.
I also thought my mother was terrific.
Now, I don’t know what is happening to her. I wonder if she will get a mushroom coat and a deep pure hole in a lush meadow, somewhere, like Sedna, so vast she can recreate the world.
" The natural depth of each one of us is the whole of creation." Nothing is itself without everything else."
My mom…… the Eternal Woman birthing the better world. or doing her best, as the case may be.
15Jackie Aylward McCarthy, Joachim Matthew and 13 others
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Barbara KirschSending you lots of love!
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Marilyn ChubbsSo sorry, Jane. Sending hugs
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Liz RobertsonSo sorry, Jane. Losing a mum is hard, love to you and your family.
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Dale BlakeSo sorry, sympathy to you.
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Karen Nadine RobinsonSo sorry to hear may she rest in peace
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Cheryl WilsonOh Jane….you will miss her so deeply. She has ended her long and hard fought journey, on to her next world. My heart is with you and all of your family. Sending much love…
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Lena BlakeSad to hear but she had a wonderful long life and you will treasure the memories - take care and hope to see u soon.
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MJ McIntoshJane, I am so sorry! Please pass on my condolences to the family. She gave such a good fight. Thinking of you and take care.
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