Memories of hope

So today I went to a wake or in other words a celebration of someone’s life. I heard that this person was a ‘gift from God’.

I think of this person who I must say wasn’t a close friend. More an acquaintance to be honest. But my overriding memory was that they were always interested in me, always caring and kind. I knew they cared about who I was and saw me. And sometimes I didn’t want to speak or engage, sometimes I didn’t want them to care, but they always did.

I ask myself-am I like that? This year and it is not even the end of the year yet, five people have departed from the earth, one at their own hand. I am left wondering what on earth is this life about? Loss upon loss, goodbye after goodbye, funeral after funeral after funeral …

And yet-the memories remain, linger in the air like perfume in a room. I am left thinking about the overall scent of these people. II find that when people are gone we remember the best things about them not the worst and learn from them. I will try to always ask how people are getting on and basically notice those around me and as best as I am able to, be there for them.

We don’t have people for ever, that is a given. In a sense they are on loan to us and we never know how long this may be for. We can lose people in so many ways-bereavement, illness, or them moving away geographically or a friendship ending. The suck and pull of the tide of in and out here and not here, visible then invisible. Life is full of loss and gain.

And in terms of hope, memories to me offer hope, because I can learn fom them. I can take some of what that dear man put into my life and sprinkle it over others. I can be knd and ask how people are and not avoid them, because let’s be honest we do sometimes try to avoid people catching our eye. And I will make more of an effort because just maybe someone needs to be noticed today.

So today’s recipe of hope is to learn from those we have lost and loved. It is to think about what they taught us and maybe adopt those things to use ourselves.

Today let us reflect X

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