A Life Well Lived
Funerals are never easy things to attend but yesterday I did
go to one of the most beautiful funerals of a woman I will always admire and
whose life I will always uphold as one truly lived with honour, enthusiasm and
grace.
She didn’t have an easy background as a child out of wedlock
in the sixties, with mixed raced parents whom she never met, she was brought up
in care. Rather than this being a set- back my friend was one of the most
upbeat, positive and enabling people I know. She used all her talents and
experiences to help others in similar situations. As a social worker and
musician she worked tirelessly to help those who were experiencing what she had
experienced, whether it was children in care or people with multi-racial backgrounds.
She worked continuously for refugees in Bristol bringing together her music, managerial
talents and social work to create successful events and raising awareness.
When she discovered she had a brain tumour my friend battled
with her illness with grace and humility and I always found her positive
however ill she was. Though I cannot say I knew her well she has confirmed for
me my belief that death is a doorway to a more extraordinary place, a place I
have been lucky enough to glimpse for a moment, an experience almost impossible
to fully describe. A place of such complete release and beauty, words cannot
possibly get close. For me the idea that
there is nothing beyond life is not only extremely sad for those who chose to
believe it but also makes a nonsense of science. Scientists know that nothing
can disappear only transmute and we, without our bodies, are simply energy.
Where does that energy go when we leave our physical bodies behind? The glow
that those who journey towards death with peace and grace illuminate as they leave,
show me that my experience is a truth. Life is a beautiful thing but just a
stage like a cocoon from which we can emerge like a butterfly as we return to
spirit and go home.
I know she is flying like a bird.