Love Them We Must
Upon the passing of a parent, we are invited to reconfirm that we will always be a son or daughter. It is a
paradox for those who choose to delve into the spirituality of life that death is the greatest act of divinity,
reminding us they gave us life by the sacrament of their love. To hold their hand and witness the last breath of
someone so significant, we are called upon to find the courage and strength to embrace all the memories, good
and bad, for better or worse, for one day all that we will become is a memory as well. How we live our life is a
testament to the essence of soul, and to surrender it to the mystery of death is an act of devotion to the substance
of spirit. Upon the altar of our eternal faith, themselves the purveyors of everlasting love, our dearly departed
convey the transparency and lucidity of godly lights. Thus love them we must, in all their blessings and sins,
granting the benefit of the doubt for all the things we knew, with all the arrogant assuredness of youth, but later
dispelled with the wisdom gained as adults, to know the truth in your heart without any doubt. To observe the
closing of a coffin on their body now deceased, tears flowing yet surreal for they appear to only be sleeping, we
are invited to accept their transition from flesh to dust, knowing that they have given you their death as a spirit
doorway to a new realm. We will always be sons and daughters, our lives blended with all of theirs in the universal
dance of undying energies, of being in the moment and then not, of loving in the moment and then forevermore.
Copyright © 2018, Joseph Civitella.