Today, September 5th, is the second anniversary of my beloved’s passing. It arrived at a time when so much is going on in the world, in my mind, and in my heart that I scarcely noticed its arrival. I felt shameful about that; as though I assigned importance to everything or everyone else except her.
But that’s not the case at all.
Truth be told, this is the way of the world. Yet, those who have passed away continue to exist in our memories. They live a quiet life in our hearts where we visit them from time to time to relive a few cherished moments that help to keep us connected or perhaps bolster our courage. Sometimes it’s the sound of love put into words through a favorite phrase that is carried by a distinctive yet nebulous voice woven within a memory that causes us to be awaken at 3:00am.
Those whom we have loved (and still do) may no longer hold our focus but are rather felt as a belief or a viewpoint. When I found myself addressing my beloved’s passing as having occurred two years ago, the pluralization of that word caused my mind to expand, as if a curtain was suddenly opened to reveal a landscape I had avoided for fear that it might control the narrative in my mind and allow CeCe to get lost in life’s unavoidable minutiae.
But that’s not the case at all.
Every memory we choose to keep is built on love; every essence belonging to those whom we cherish is transformed. It’s the miraculous yet undeniable metamorphosis from the physical to the virtual; a conversion from the world we inhabit to a transcendent form of pure energy. To paraphrase a line from a religious text, life doesn’t end, it merely changes.
Final Thoughts
I’ve been thinking about how CeCe described the cycle of life, and of the beautiful manner in which she imagined – believed – the process working within the framework of our known universe. It’s a story for her forthcoming memoir. But today, on the 730th day of her passing, it’s a reality. I like to think of her contemplating the limitless avenues of existence as easily as we take a stroll in the park; witnessing the outcomes of those theoretical and theological conundrums that have confounded scientists and philosophers alike for generations. For her and all of those who have embarked on that journey, this is their reality. And it’s a realization that comforts my heart and gives my love for her greater wings with which to fly. Wings that will one day guide me to join her in that adventure.

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