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When my father passed away, he had refused food and drink: It was a painful process but he was old and his body was tired and done with living. On the day he died, my sister and I sat outside the senior’s home with him in the rare warmth of the early spring sunshine. He loved the sun and it was a good way for him to spend what was to be his last day.
The next evening, I was caught in that place between mourning his loss and knowing it was what he had wanted. There was a knock at the door and when I answered it, my neighbour handed me a bouquet of dead flowers and said, “These were meant for you. They were delivered to me and they’ve been sitting outside on my porch in the sun all day. Sorry but I think they’re dead.” I thanked her and quickly shut the door.
In tears, I phoned Ex-man (who wasn’t my ex at the time), “Flowers, they’re dead, dehydrated, in the sun, delivered next door. They’re dead. Like Dad.” He wisely surmised that sometimes a flower is not just a flower. “Put them out on the back porch and I’ll take care of them later.”
I took a deep breath and went to put them outside but I couldn’t. A little voice inside said, “Put them in water.” I placed what I thought to be terminally wilted flowers in a vase with some water. A few hours later, all the flowers had completely perked up. The bouquet was alive with color and fragrance. My heart smiled as I felt my Dad’s spirit.
Not everything that appears dead is truly dead. What is still alive from your relationship after the breakup? Can you take the good parts of the spirit of the relationship and move them forward?
When my father passed away, he had refused food and drink: It was a painful process but he was old and his body was tired and done with living. On the day he died, my sister and I sat outside the senior’s home with him in the rare warmth of the early spring sunshine. He loved the sun and it was a good way for him to spend what was to be his last day.
The next evening, I was caught in that place between mourning his loss and knowing it was what he had wanted. There was a knock at the door and when I answered it, my neighbour handed me a bouquet of dead flowers and said, “These were meant for you. They were delivered to me and they’ve been sitting outside on my porch in the sun all day. Sorry but I think they’re dead.” I thanked her and quickly shut the door.
In tears, I phoned Ex-man (who wasn’t my ex at the time), “Flowers, they’re dead, dehydrated, in the sun, delivered next door. They’re dead. Like Dad.” He wisely surmised that sometimes a flower is not just a flower. “Put them out on the back porch and I’ll take care of them later.”
I took a deep breath and went to put them outside but I couldn’t. A little voice inside said, “Put them in water.” I placed what I thought to be terminally wilted flowers in a vase with some water. A few hours later, all the flowers had completely perked up. The bouquet was alive with color and fragrance. My heart smiled as I felt my Dad’s spirit.
Not everything that appears dead is truly dead. What is still alive from your relationship after the breakup? Can you take the good parts of the spirit of the relationship and move them forward?
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