I just heard today that a beautiful friend of mine has passed. She suffered from a brain tumor and survived 35 months! Patti was a holistic follower long before it became fashionable. She taught yoga and helped others get healthy through her work as a graduate of the IIN (Institute of Integral Nutrition).
Those that knew her are sad at the loss of such a brave, loving woman. But her pain was unbearable. She wasn't the vital, tall stunning blond, strutting down the fairway anymore. She was sick.
I can say all kinds of beautiful and spiritual platitudes about how she is at peace and out of her pain. Maybe she is. Maybe she has transcended this earth. Maybe she is at one with the Divine, who knew her struggles. Maybe she can watch her husband, children and granddaughter go on without her and shower them with her grace. Maybe.
We all grieve differently. I grieve like this--expressing my love for her on paper. I know--for certain--that she is out of her human pain. We all may have to go through this at one time or another. I know she can love us from where she is now. Her Spirit is much too strong to go this early. I tell families that at wakes and gravesites. I ask them to watch for their loved ones, listen for their whispers or their nudges. I am certain that my beautiful friend will be watching over her family and her friends for the next few days. I see her gorgeous smile and laughing eyes, her resounding voice that tells us she is all right and we will be all right, too. Bon Voyage, Patti.
