'And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation'
A few of my posts have been tributes and remembrances of public figures/celebrities from the political, literary and entertainment fields as well as the tragic and unexpected deaths of young people by rogue cops or misguided gang members. There have, also, been those who've chosen to discontinue this journey by reasons only God and they knew at that time. With the exception of the tributes to my parents; most of these posts have been about folks whom I didn't know personally but respected and admired for their talents and humanitarian endeavors.
I, now, find myself again addressing personal grief with the transition of my niece, Thema from complications associated with Myasthenia gravis disease which is incurable. She was valiant for a number of years in fighting this disorder and one never got the impression that she felt sorry for her predicament. It was a debilitating process and she became weaker towards the end and worried about leaving her young children without their mother. Although, I didn't see her the past couple of years; I kept up with her on social media and was in a prayerful mode for an extended period. It was my hope that she would again experience a period when the symptoms were less dramatic with a more acceptable level of functioning.
As we grieve her passing; she inspired us with how she became more philosophic and caring for others as well as her children under the most trying circumstances. Thus the feelings of sadness and despair as I think about the family's loss, yet, empowered by how honorably she handled this adversity. A role model...if you will....on facing and living with a chronic medical condition and a daunting prognosis for many stricken by this disease.
There will be a celebration of her life (35 years) Sunday, September 28th and there will be songs of praise and recollections of the good times and what she meant to others, however, I can't help but think of a quote on grief by the late Maya Angelou. It was her response to the age old question; 'Death where is thy sting'? She asserts that "It is here in my heart and mind and memories".
Dear Thema, May God Bless and keep your soul.