The mere thought of your loss is something I'm not prepared to grapple with yet, only because I won't until I have to go through it. It's a landmark of our mortality, a jagged juxtaposition with our very existence on this planet. Cancer itself is a molecular metaphor with eternal implications.
Whether our parents guide us with intention, or as triangulated through cosmic providence, or sequential randomness, they live on through us. They mold us so that we can mold ourselves in their best qualities. Posterity is responsible for all of our greatest triumphs as a species; and our small, everyday acts of kindness. Our parents see to it to prepare us as best they can for all of our challenges, worldly and personal.
Their transition is a most austere moment, one that threatens our very definition. But they leave us as we manifested, as molded, as we are. Her confidence in this life, in this world is that you are here, and you seem like a decent fellow with good intentions. Those who know you, therefore, are all the better for knowing you, and knowing the parts of her that guide you.
For that, for my part, as a community, we consecrate her life to the ages. Tomorrow will come, and you will endure. I offer my condolences, but also, solidarity. A life lived is a contribution to a better world. May she rest in peace and honor.
7/3/2021 3:02 AM (edited)