Three people in my life passed away very recently. Two elderly aunties of mine died last week, and this weekend the father of one of my best friends succumbed to cancer. All three of them were very sick so their deaths weren’t unexpected, but that hasn’t softened the blow at all on their friends and families.
Death is never easy and always heartbreaking. There seems to be a social template of grief and consolation, but it’s hard to really feel like you’re helping someone who’s mourning when the same words get thrown around every time. I’ve lost people very close to me throughout my life, and I’ve always appreciated the kind words and support from the people around me. But when I’m the one trying to give support, I feel like words just aren’t enough. There’s nothing I can really say that will make anything any easier. I just try my best to do the memory of their loved ones justice, and listen when they need to talk.
No matter how long a life is, those memories are truly invaluable. When you’re able to sit with others and share many stories of a great life lived, that’s testament to someone’s character and speaks to their immortal legacy. The people I know who passed on recently all had long, prosperous and loving lives. They left generations of great people with us and for that I’m truly grateful. I only wish I could convey that in words to their loved ones, but I’m sure they already know that and are extremely proud of being part of that legacy.
As an Anishinaabe person who aspires to maintain our traditional spiritual beliefs, I have faith in the Spirit World. Our bodies are conduits for our spirits in this world, and once they expire we move on to the next one. When we live positive and constructive lives, our journeys to the Spirit World our easier. I am confident that these loved ones are having a safe and enlightening journey, and we’ll all meet again someday.
Baamaapii. Miigwetch.
