BY CHRISTINE WILLIAMS
Our kitchen table sits under a window overlooking our backyard, offering me a peaceful, natural vista of deer, foxes, kitties, squirrels, our crazy pack of dogs, tons of birds, fish pond waterfalls... a refuge from the hyped up rhythms of our human lives. I am grateful for the few quiet moments I gift myself in the morning with my coffee
This morning Pandora spontaneously started playing on my phone, as it sometimes does. Snowflakes were swirling outside, and the melody transformed them into little joyous angels dancing their love all over us. The name of the music playing is "Touched by Spirit". It makes sense.
A month ago on 11/11, our angel Debbie McCoy went to heaven. I haven't known how to write about her passing until today. I prayed for miracles as I watched her valiantly struggle with cancer. My miracle was more glorious than my prayers desired. Debbie passed peacefully in the loving presence of her husband, sons and best childhood friend. She will live on in the hearts of many. She was a genuinely compassionate and loving person to the very end. I have text messages from her just before she passed sending me love and support as I wrestled with the news of my mother's cancer spreading from her lungs to her brain and bones ... a very similar cancer experience to Debbie. I cannot recall a single instance of Debbie feeling sorry for herself or even complaining about her pain and fatigue.
I have been to many viewings of the deceased. I have never had the nerve, nor the inclination, to touch someone in a casket. I touched Debbie's hand. It was completely lifeless, but strangely, it was comforting. Her human body was cold and hard and yet, her love still filled the room. She was everywhere. She was in the hearts, the hugs, the tears, and the laughter that filled the room.
What a miraculous lesson that Love does prevail. I hope you will join me in honoring Debbie. Be kind, be compassionate, be honest, be generous. Love really is the only answer. xoxo
