As the bird lady flies away

Do you have any family members who drive you crazy? My Aunt Jean used to be the bane of my existence. Five years ago, if you had the time, I might have bored you with what I perceived as her "offenses" against others, herself and (especially) me. Ironically, I was most irritated by her mistrust and dislike of me. Yet, now I realize that her feelings toward me were in no small way influenced by mine toward her.

Near the end of Jean's life, I let go of the toxic resentments I'd been lugging around for so many years, and gained an entirely different perspective. I learned to love her for herself, and (wonder of wonders) she responded to me differently as well. What a relief and blessing! And this new perspective enabled me to see things in her life (and mine) that I would have been blind to otherwise. Here is my account of her last morning on earth:

My Aunt Jean died at her home on August 8th, at peace with herself, God and the world after a long illness and 24-hour round the clock care since January. She was 92 -- but keep it to yourself, please. (When we toasted Aunt Jean for her 90th birthday, she objected loudly, claiming that a woman never let on about such things.) Her dear friend Sandy held her right hand and Toni, her night caregiver, held her left.
People talk about "last words"....Well, Aunt Jean couldn't speak, but she did leave behind mementos of her journey. At 7 a.m. Sandy and Toni prayed the "our Father" outloud together and Jean, as if on cue, took her last breath as a tiny tear rolled down her cheek. Church bells chimed and the sound of cooing doves echoed down the fireplace as if celebrating Jean's release into Paradise after her many painful constrictions.

On the other side of town, a blackbird flew to the local nursing home and "danced up to the window" (sort of a one-two step, I'm told) where Jean's favorite caregiver and dear friend, Phyllis, was just finishing up a second shift. That was, said Phyllis, how she guessed that Jean was gone.

Like many of us, Jean was afraid of dying -- to the point that she wouldn't talk or even think about the possibility at all. (At 85 years old, she still didn't have a will, saying she would get around to it "one of these days"; finally, after decades of trying, her 89-year-old brother, George, talked her into it before passing away himself.)

As it all turned out, from what I can tell, there was nothing for my Aunt Jean to fear. God was with her all the time and now she knows that with a certainty and gladness that I can only imagine. Alas, I too need to remember that: "...neither death nor life, neither angels nor principalities, neither the present nor the future, neither the world above nor the world below will ever be able to separate us from the love of God, which is ours through Christ Jesus our Lord." (Rom 8:38-39)

So in honor of my aunt's departure, I ask you the same questions I am asking myself today: Where is God calling you to new life? What baggage do you need to leave behind in order to fly today? And -- oh yeah -- where did you stow your wings? That's important because you just may want to wear them today.

When it comes to love -- whether in our work or our relationships -- what is the danger in playing it safe?

I invite and welcome your comments.

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