“Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil”

This summer… heck much of this year, has been a surreal journey into a new phase of life for me… It’s called end of life. Up till now, “Vigil” has just been a name for the night before Easter. That’s sardonic Catholic humor…

Much of this summer has been a summer of vigil, both metaphorically and literally at the bedside of people so very dear to me. And as He is my witness (and He is) I so much better understand that which has no explanation… That which, by my faith, is taught to be a beginning, not and end… but our view of it looks pretty finite. It certainly can anyway.

But now I know… I have come to know it isn’t. And small, blurred glimpses beyond the veil reinforce what I believe and know. That this is not it… This is not all… I have watched as loved ones cross fade from here to there. I have watched as they begin to rise. As they prepare to “shuffle off this mortal coil.” And you will know…this is not it.

Spend a couple months with people who are passing… dear people who have been a big part of your life… and you’ll get a whole new view on what it is to live. It’s all a part of the journey… and as my father would say and then laugh; “and for all we know, it’s the best part.”

Yes, it’s a journey and I suggest you get a window seat. Goodnight. 🌹