Here are 4 entries—two leading up to Sali’s passing; a poem describing it, written 6 weeks later from India, 5 days after having spread her ashes in the holy Narmada River; and one poem composed a few days ago in remembrance of Sali, and the gift of love we shared together.
Ahead of the Game
Friday, September 23, 2016
You’ve been practicing for your next journey. With the dementia and a possible stroke that rendered you almost speechless, how can you communicate, except with inaudible sounds, and even those you no longer bother to form or utter.
But you can still smile and giggle, communicating great joy like the angels, with pure feeling and silence, where words are no longer needed or used.
You’ve been practicing for your upcoming journey. You’re way ahead of the game.
Not the End Game
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
The nurse called this afternoon to tell me you seemed to stop swallowing. You haven’t been able to eat or drink. The Hospice nurse who knows you started putting things into action to get you back on Hospice care. Will know by tomorrow morning after their evaluation and direction from your doctor.
So it looks like this is it. No more rehearsals. You’re going for the final homerun sliding into heaven. I think we’re better prepared now, having read The Grace in Dying. We have a better understanding and appreciation for the end game, which, as it turns out, will not be the end.
To be continued…..
(Sali would soon pass, on Saturday night, 11:17 pm CT, Oct 1, 2016, first day of the Nine Days of Mother Divine. Her glorious Memorial Service and blissful Vedic Cremation Ceremony took place on the 5th day, Wed, Oct 5, 2016. See Celebrating the glorious life of Sally M Peden.)
Five days after spreading Sali’s ashes from a boat on the Narmada River in India during a most auspicious day, I started to write about our final moments together back in Fairfield when she passed, around 6 weeks earlier, during the first night of the Nine Days of Mother Divine, Navratri. The answer to a question of what had happened came in one word during an evening meditation at the Brahmasthan. It became the title and last line of this poem.
The Peace that Passeth Understanding
The final feeling
Between us was a Great Peace
Deep within the Heart
All that remained was Silence
After you took your last breath
Where was that Peace coming from
In your heart, mine, or ours
Beyond my comprehension
Nov 19, 2016
Brahmasthan of India
Contained within An early attempt at some kind of closure with a poem on Sali’s passing and auspicious times. Included are some of the inspiring tributes to Sali we shared during her Memorial Service and Vedic Cremation Ceremony on that very special send-off.
The Rare Gift of Love
A Tanka in Remembrance of Sali
Your heart opened up
Time and illness tempered you
Then, the Surrender
What we shared was glorious
A Gift from God and Guru
February 27, 2017
Addition on March 22, 2017