Eds Poem

March 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment

Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004

This poem was written for Ed Gallagher, a good friend and neighbour on the day his wife called me to let me know that he was in the hospital and wasn’t expected to live. I was asked by the family to read this at the gathering after the funeral service and copies were given to all his family members.

It is important to recognize that we will miss our loved ones, despite the fact that they have lived to a good age, and especially when they die young.

The ever-changing situations that we daily encounter are the little battles that make us better individuals. As life follows a cyclic pattern of survival and defeat so as our life stories of happiness and sadness prevail.

Living in an imperfect world, we have to accept that nirvana is not in this lifetime. Perhaps it is in another dimension of our bodies as other beliefs claim. But one element exists in our every day living, regardless of who you are, that serves as a factor for surviving life’s struggles. It is through the presence of positive love in all forms. How it is defined depends on the expression of good deeds and selfless motives.

Death is a natural occurrence, a passageway. When we can accept human death as another cycle of life, we can enjoy our daily lives more because we won’t be in fear. Then we can also gracefully release others who are dying.

I often hear people say that they lost their mother, father, or another person in their lives. I can feel their pain when they express the transition in that way. I have compassion for their feelings. To assist them to feel better, I suggest that they just state what happened. For example, “My mother passed away last month.” I also encourage them to close their eyes and speak to them. They are often pleased and comforted when they receive an intuitive response.

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