My friend's mother died today. My friend and I are in our early 30s. It's an age where we look and act like grown ups but we feel like children a good part of the time and we still feel a deep need for our parent's support, guidance and love. At any age, to lose a parent is devastating. To have them taken away when we still need them so much. Who cherishes us like our mother? Who sees us through such tender eyes?
I am deeply struck by how the knowledge of impermanence penetrates through experiencing sudden and unexpected death. I feel it in a way that I haven't known before. I think about my parents and how much I take for granted. How resentments from years passed manifest through distance and frustration. I am aware that I have never truly appreciated how much they have given and sacrificed. I resolve to begin to rebuild these precious bonds.
I feel that somewhere, somehow, there is a place where there is no longer a paradox between loving deeply, and at the same time lightly enough to accept loss gracefully. But I don't know this place. My attachments are deep rooted and my love is fragile and conditional. But it is a bombu love renewed; touched by the tenderness of loss.
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