GRIEF

Mourning My Aunt, A Grief Journal (Continued)

Part Three

PlainTalkBadManners
Doctor, Writer, Mother, Life
8 min readJun 26, 2023

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Tobago beach sunset with the sun shimmering over the sea as the central focus of the photo. Lots of oranges and greys.
Tobago sunset. Every day is guaranteed a sunrise and sunset but none of us are guaranteed another day. Photo taken by a personal friend, Linnis King; used with permission

Day Seven

The purpose of life is death. So my Baha’i friend said to me this morning, over a creamy coffee and dark chocolate.

‘Don’t be sad because your sadness keeps her soul down. Instead, pray for her. The more you pray, the higher up her soul goes. Up and up.’

I wished I believed it. Religion is so comforting.

‘When a baby is leaving the womb it is afraid. It is leaving the comfort and safety it knows. It doesn’t know that there are so many loving souls waiting for it on the other side. It’s the same with death. While we cry, our loved one is with so many loving souls, so many ancestors.’

When my grandmother died, she died with that blessed assurance. She wasn’t merely dying in this world. She was transitioning to the next.

This is the thing we give up, when we give up on religious faith, or on faith in an afterlife.

It would have been easier to accept Auntie Margaret’s death if she’d been battling cancer or even chronic and complicated diabetes as my mother-in-law had.

My mother-in -law had been battling death for years and survived sepsis three times. She’d accepted her dying before it happened. She…

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PlainTalkBadManners
Doctor, Writer, Mother, Life

Ex-Doctor, Ex-Catholic, Ex-Muslim. Climate Worrier & Wannabe Climate Warrior. Novelist. Human. Label resistant. https://thefriendlyradicalnextdoor.substack.com/