A friend’s mom is moving toward her next journey of the soul, and I find myself watching her process and her progress. It occurs to me that in the busy-ness of our days, we often don’t take time to luxuriate in the living. Yet, when death is on the horizon, I find myself wanting to linger, to love, to listen… longer than usual.
I don’t know my friend’s mom. And yet, no matter how busy I am from day to day to day, I watch for his updates about her journey. I find myself feeling as though I am the one on guard. I take time to notice her dying. I don’t take that time with the living.
And somehow, I want to do this. I want to linger in her lingering. I seek to find a deeper sweetness in his sadness. I find myself listening longer, with more patience and more clarity. She, a stranger, gives me this awareness and understanding of life and death and life.
I wonder why that is. Why we don’t take time to slow down in the living process, but we do take time and we do slow down in the dying process. Even when it is someone else’s process.
Perhaps this is her legacy – even to me, a stranger. A lesson to remind me to linger, to love, to listen… while I am living.