Memories/ Like the corners of my mind/ Misty water-colored memories of the way we were.
Holidays stir up memories. Had to laugh remembering how my eldest son during his teens began ascribing numerical value of 1 to 10 on how well I held up during pre-Christmas preparations. Cheeky little devil. Instead of creating the PERFECT Christmas for my family, I created a monster mom. I was actually pleased the year he praised me and gave me a PERFECT score.
I wrote in a previous blog (November 14, 2013) about the upcoming talk by Dr. Mary C. Neal at the December meeting of the International Association of Near Death Studies. Her story in Guidepost magazine helped me to accept the Rose Man’s death. Her talk and her book, To Heaven and Back, painted such a beautiful picture of the other side that it is easy for me to understand why visitors there don’t want to come back. That experience and others changed her life and in sharing her story, she changed mine.
Grace gave me the opportunity to share the Rose Man’s story with Dr. Neal before the program started. She listens. With total attention. I told her about sharing her story with the neurologist attending to the Rose Man in ICU and his comment, “It must have been really cold water,” in reference to her drowning when her kayak overturned and got stuck in the rocks. Mary’s reaction was “That’s what he needs to believe.” Hearing her talk and then reading her book, it is clear that this spine surgeon’s survival had little to do with medical intervention. Her survival was a miracle in every sense of the word.
What about the miracles in your life? Miracles are often delivered in subtle ways and we tend to ignore them: those little accidents of timing, coincidences, synchronicities, or what we often describe as luck. I think of reading her story before the family met with the ICU team. After the physician shared her report I asked her to “Please tell me if I’m wrong but we don’t see (the Rose Man) recovering” and she replied that no, I was not wrong. I believed that that time was my connection to Dr. Mary Neal but I now realize that it was part of a bigger plan, a divine plan, that would lead me to actually meet her. And when I did . . .
I met LOVE.
So it’s the laughter/ We will remember/ Whenever we remember/ The way we were. (Hamlisch/Streisand)