Yesterday I attended the funeral of a good man. He was a priest for most of his life, a teacher of the classics, godfather to my sister Jennifer and a close friend and confidant of my dad. He joined Derek and I in marriage almost 15 years ago in a small church in Wild Rice, ND. He officiated my sister’s funeral after her death by suicide so many years ago now. He comforted my parents after their loss and guided many of us with his words and love.
As I sat in the pew, among so many others who loved and respected him, I was overwhelmed with memories of my own dad’s passing and funeral, which took place at the same cathedral about a year and a half ago. He, too, lived a good life, with close friends, a curious mind and a family who loved him dearly. He, too, was a gem.
My world is continuing to shift and adjust every day without my dad. But I felt a profound sense of inter-connectedness yesterday, as I moved between tears and song. We are not separate. In life or death. In those moments when we feel the most dis-connected, remember that’s when we are the most tied together.
So as I move into this new year, I repeat to myself….
May we all be safe.
May we all find contentment in the work that we do.
May we all be patient.
May we all see the small bits of beauty within and around us.
May we all feel loved.
May we all give love freely and without expectation.
May we all be free from suffering.
May we all be filled with loving-kindness.
May we all remember that we are connected, we are One.