When Loved Ones Move On...
by Marianne Williamson
 A common rite of passage at midlife is the declining health, or death, of our
parents. Those who brought us into the world are usually the ones to leave it
first. They welcomed us when we got here; now we'll wish them farewell as they
move on to the next phase of their souls' journey.
With
my father's passing, and then with my sister's, I never felt that my immediate
family dwindled from five members to three. Rather, it's as if there's a
photograph of five people in my head, and two of them are negatives. But the
picture is the same. They're still my family.
My father was a profoundly charismatic person. Yet with that came
shadows, as is often the case. With him taking such a starring role in the
family drama, who else had a chance to play as large a part as we might have
otherwise? In my case, and in the case of many people, we don't really have
an experience of starring in our own lives until at least one parent has left
the stage. That, perhaps, is why nature, in its obviously impeccable wisdom,
follows a common pattern by which the parent usually dies first.
It's not until you're in the generation that will be leaving next
that you feel the full weight and power of being the star in your own life. So
it is that while we feel the sadness of our parents' aging and grieve for them
when they pass away, we also know -- as my father used to tell me -- that death is
part of a greater mystery. When I think of him now, I smile at the thought that
he's no longer an old man. Someone told me once that when you die, the spirit
goes back to being 35. Of course it's preposterous to think that anyone really
knows these things.
It's sort of like the question "If someone I love
reincarnates, does that mean they won't be there to meet me on the other side
when I arrive?" Who the hell knows. I think there's some sort of
multidimensional reality that lets my father reincarnate and at the same time head the welcoming committee
for my mother years from now. It's that "same time" thing that makes it all
possible. There is no time!
Either way, this I know: After he died, I felt my father. I could
have sworn he said to me, very slowly, "Oh, that's who you are!"
Clearly, he had not fully seen me when he was here. But once he was gone, I
felt that he could. As much as he did for me as a
father, there were limits to what he could do because there were limits to what
he could see.
But his dying didn't end our relationship; we've simply entered the
next phase of it. And what he gives to me now, in the purity of spirit, more
than makes up for what he withheld from me when he was living on Earth. My father didn't
simply get old and then die. In the end, after his death, he became even more
of who he is. And so did I.
Dear God,
Please heal my relationship with my parents.
Whether they're on Earth
or have passed beyond the veil of
death.
May only love remain between us.
May I not be broken by their weaknesses,
but may I be strengthened by their strengths.
May they be at peace,
and so may I.
Help me to forgive them,
and please forgive me.
Amen
 Excerpted from the book:
The Age of Miracles: Embracing the New Midlife
by Marianne Williamson.
Reprinted with permission of the publisher, Hay House, Inc. ©2008. www.hayhouse.com.
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About the Author
Marianne Williamson is an internationally
acclaimed author and lecturer. She has published numerous books, four of
which — including the mega bestseller A Return to Love — have been #1 New York Times bestsellers. A popular guest
on numerous television programs such as The Oprah Winfrey Show, Larry
King Live, Good Morning America, and Charlie Rose, Marianne Williamson
has lectured professionally since 1983. In 1989, she founded Project Angel Food, a meals-on-wheels program that serves homebound people in
the Los Angeles area. Today, Project
Angel Food serves over 1,000
people daily. Ms. Williamson also co-founded the Global Renaissance
Alliance (GRA), a worldwide network of peace activists. The mission of
the GRA is to harness the power of nonviolence as a social force for
good. Visit her website at www.marianne.com.
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