Beauty of color, glory of death

daily haiku

beauty of color
leaves of plum, lime, bronze and gold
the glory in death

It is a whole month since I wrote in this blog. My excuse is busyness, but also I am aware of what I wrote last fall, and I am wary of repetition.

It is now fifteen months since I lost Peter and a year since his lovely memorial service. I feel so much stronger and able to cope, but there is sadness too. In feeling better I leave behind the sharp memories of him that brought so much pain of loss. I find myself wanting the sharp pain back and the sharp memories with it. I am torn between wanting to feel better and wanting go back to capture that wonderful feeling of closeness to him that was enrobed in all the pain. I can’t have it both ways and in the end there certainly is no choice!

Peter left me the gift of his children and their love makes my life brighter. Each of them is a living testament to the good, intelligent and kind man that he was. Just looking at the haiku above , I think the glory in death is in the new lives we create, the fostering of it in loving parenting, and in the strength of the human example we leave behind.