The Weight Is A Gift–Ode to 2012

The Weight Is A Gift – Ode To 2012

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When the clock hits midnight, a new chapter begins.

A chance for beginnings.

Endings, being tied to the past with a perfect bow of the transitioning calendar. The world will move forward. Endings seen in 2012 will now truly be felt.

We grieve for those we have lost. We find solace in memories, but also pain in the truth that these memories will never be seen again. That the transitioning calendar leaves our beloved dead in the past, further sharpening the blow of grief. The finality of death.

When you really think about it, when you can look past your own heartache, a shining truth is revealed. You will discover, the idea of death isn’t so truly disheartening. By no means should this be misconstrued as suggesting our lives don’t have worth. I am simply stating, the grief we feel for those who have left us behind, is grief developed from our selfish side. When we look at death, really what is so bad? Our beloved is away from the pain and tragedies of earth. They are free. At best they are an angel, at worst—just peace, quiet.

Instead of making every memory bittersweet. Right when your mind takes you to the darkness of grief, remember: the relationship you had, the love you expressed, that was conceived in the light, the memory of your loved one should bring you light, not darkness.

The weight of their memory is a gift, not a burden to bear. Life is short. The bonds we create are magnificent. Take the time to think of how large the world is, how many people exist, how the universe unfolded in your favor—for you, and your loved one to connect and create such a powerful bond that changed your life in such a great way. A bond that extends beyond life and death. A bond that changes you to your very core. How lucky are you? Take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the bond you were a part of. This is what shapes you, and will motivate your actions till your very last days. 

I stand in the midst of grief, not moving forward nor backward. I don’t know what is to come, but I do know this much.

Life is to be lived.

All I can do is enter 2013 with optimism and hope. It is my responsibility to honor my loved ones by making this year the best yet.

I will carry memories of those who now exist in another plane with me always. Their memory is never a burden. The weight of their memories will keep me grounded, and attentive to what is important. The weight is an anchor, it will always remind me that there is an abundance of love and light in this world, if I ever feel lost or alone, the weight I carry will remind me. I am never as alone as I think I am. 

The weight is a gift.

About Lisa Lunney

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Autumn/Winter lover. She excels at communications and writes for pleasure and profession.
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