Today was my mother-in-law's memorial service. It was both a hard and a good day. Hard for obvious reasons. Good because it went well, and because of the connection we had with others, both near and far.
Along with my nerves about under-performing my ceremonial/speaking duties (I did just fine), I also paid a lot of attention to the support my in-laws have received, specifically those that live near my mother-in-law and took care of her in her last years. The outpouring of love and generosity from family and their co-workers has been nothing short of phenomenal. They received flowers and cards galore. They also received food...tons and tons of food. I mean, seriously, the food just kept coming.
It got me thinking. When someone we love is hurting, we want to help in some way. Posting FB messages and sending emails, texts, flowers and cards are signs of love and support. They communicate connection to us and our pain, sometimes in spirit given many could not make the trip. And the food...oh the food...was also a beautiful sign of love and support. It also demonstrated a desire to connect with our pain and wanting to relieve some of our burden. Having food available meant one less thing to worry about. It gave us time to just be. To be still. To sit with one another and share stories and memories. To look through personal effects and make decisions. Each person could eat what they wanted, when they wanted. We had an amazing variety from which to choose.
I firmly believe that we all want to help, support and connect with one another. It's time like these that our humanity and compassion shine.
My family is overwhelmingly grateful for all of the amazing ways in which loved ones chose to connect with us. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Be open to what comes.