I awoke early yesterday morning to the news that a beloved spiritual leader, Rev. Dr. Barbara Waterhouse, had made her transition the previous evening, on Easter Sunday. Despite my sadness at the loss, I had to smile at her choice of exit dates. Everything about Barbara was memorable.
But grief overtook the sweet memories as my morning progressed. I saw post after post from not only our spiritual center’s congregation, but tributes from the many people across the country and the world whose lives she touched.
It brought back memories of my beloved Joe’s transition, when I witnessed the outpouring of love from his many friends, relatives, and clients (who inevitably became friends). I still get messages from those who miss his earthly spirit.
With a heavy heart, I prepared to read the cards and write the message that would be sent today. Writing can be a way for me to release emotions, but sorrow somehow only increases as my pen crosses the page (or fingers slide across a keyboard).
I did…