Recently I was thinking with a friend of mine about the death of loved one. I heard myself say that the death of a loved one can be a gift.
How is that possible?
My mother’s suicide was a gift to me. It took many years for me to realize this, for her death brought with it both pain and wonder, it brought grief and misery and guilt; but in the end the pain became the stuff of my growth.
I am today who I am because of her death. That I have suffered and grieved has caused me to reexamine my own life, and to try to find better ways to live it. I can hear and understand the grief and guilt of others better. I can see the beauty of the gift of life and to cherish it.
Yes, her death was a gift – one I would give everything to be without, but with it I shall hopefully become a person with a larger soul.