Mourning



Last Tuesday I attended the funeral of my uncle, Rupert Wilmoth. He leaves behind a beautiful son to carry on his memory and the Wilmoth name. Since I've been sober I have been to 3 family member funerals. There have also been a number of people that I have met and loved in the 12 step program that have died.

I am also a home health aide which means I care for the elderly. I care for all different kinds of people and because of the line of work I'm in my clients are old and sickly. Some of my most favorite people in the world I have met through my job and they have passed away.

During the year at one point or another I am in mourning. Be it a family member, a friend or a patient. It is sad but a regular part of my life. I have developed a thick skin and sometimes it takes months for me to fully realize how much death truly effects me. It can be difficult to remain grateful for my wonderful life when the people I love are not here to live it with me.

The way I mourn is to LIVE. That's right, I keep on living my life to the best of my ability. I still have to show up for life every day. I have to be present in the lives of others. When I show up I can carry the lessons I have learned from those who have died to the people that are still alive. I try to cherish the days that I spend with my family and friends. I have to remember that being busy is not an excuse to isolate. I am working on strengthening my friendships and family relationships.

My daily routines include prayer, meditation and reading spiritual books. It keeps me grounded in the here and now. I am alive by the grace of God. I will continue to LIVE, LIVE FULLY and THRIVE. God gave me this life to LIVE and that is what I'm going to do.

*in memory of Oliver, Madeline, Mildred, Thaddeus, Patrick, Rupert, Lisa B, Father Stan, Morton, Pat & Jack and many more. I love you and think of you all often.

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