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The Way of Things

It’s the way of things. We come into the world, we live for a time, we depart. As for the appearance, I don’t know how much choice is involved. From the river of souls, did I choose this vessel to inhabit? And for the living, how do I know how it is done? Purpose. What is expected? How do I do it? What are the rules of the game? How is it meant to be played? Meaning. What’s it all about? Why do we play this game?

I don’t know how anyone prepares for loss. Even when it’s not a surprise, it still sears and shatters. So I keep reminding myself that it’s the way of things. Acceptance. I’m working on acceptance. I think about purpose. And meaning. The cosmic goo of existence. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. My mother and my other mother, dear birdies, both left us in January. Mom, a year ago, Meredith, now. I am so lucky to have so many mothers. Did I learn what they needed to teach me? Am I ready for life? Can I teach my children what they need to know?

I’m missing my mothers, these mothers who mothered so many. How many people are missing my mothers this day? So many of us! A veritable tribe. They’re not truly gone. They live on in me, in us, this broad and wide family they embraced for the time that they had breath.

My mothers taught me much. Not so much with words or directions, but in the ways they lived their own lives. Fierce. Proud. Protective. Stubborn. Steadfast. Unwavering. Compassionate. Tenacious. Defiant. Reliable. Resourceful. Cooperative. Helpful. Loving. Imaginative. Creative. Playful. Competitive. Sharp. Enduring. Inclusive. Nurturing. Strong. Mighty. Humble. Simple. Friendly.

My Mothers

I am so very rich for the life they shared with me.

Sixteen

Happy birthday to my Mister Remarkable. You march to the beat of your own drummer, and you always have. You’ve got things going on in your head that are inexplicable to mere mortals. You’ve always stood out in a crowd, no matter the crowd. Like Fezzik from The Princess Bride, “It’s Not My Fault Being The Biggest And The Strongest. I Don’t Even Exercise.” You’ve rocked my world from the moment we met, and I can’t imagine what life would be like if this world didn’t have you. You are a superstar.

Happy Birthday!

I Thank You Mom

You are the sun

Greeting the world with Love’s warm glow

You are the oak

A pillar of strength standing tall and proud

You are a breeze

Gently your whispers caress the soul

You are the rock

Alone in a sea of merciless waves

You are the river

Giving yourself so that others may grow

For all you have done

For what I’ve become

I thank you Mom

Written by S. C. Kim, October 1986
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