A sad & very personal story about Loss + Love (Pour yourself a glass of wine. It’s a long one)

I lost a family member a few months ago.

My mom’s sister who died quite suddenly. It was the first week of lockdown in South Africa when she passed.  


We got news of her death around 9am and all we wanted to do was rush to the family home to be with her children and her 80 something year old husband, from who she really was inseperable. They were married for 60 years or so.  


I was so sad but I could park that. All I really wanted was to see my loved ones and offer support. I remember when my own mom passed, those people who just turned up on the day and DID were a Godsend. I felt I could be that kind of person in this instance.  


Being the absolute nerd that I am, I managed to convince my husband that we should pop into our local police station to ask them what we needed in terms of permission in order to make our way to the family home on the otherrrrrrr side of the world. We had seen visuals on TV and social media of the army, of cyclists being arrested and I must be honest, the general air of fear and tension was palpable.


“Good Morning” I said through my mask to the two policemen at the door. They were tense too,  but they listened to my story and immediately decided that yes, I should definitely jump on the highway and make my way to the bereaved.  “Family” the one guy said “Family”.


“So, I dont need a permit or anything to go there for a prayer service or for the funeral?…” I tried to add, knowing that my Catholic family would want to get started on the prayer asap, particularly for a woman like my aunty who loved her faith.

 
Screeeeeching from the other side of a room I did not even see someone flying towards us.   


“Back home!” she spat. “What do you think this is? A party? Do you know what lockdown means? There is no travelling! No partying. No walking around and shopping….” 

Everyone was stunned by the absurdity of the statements.


The two policemen looked down.  I thought I was dreaming.


“Umm, no mam, I have just lost my aunt…literally a few hours ago and I am her next of kin, so I was asking about what I needed to…”


“I don’t care!” she said “No means no”

“L O C K D O W NNNNNNNN she said mockingly. “It means you go noooooooowhere, my dear”.  


Now my tears were beginning to come.  The floodgates really opened when I made eye contact with the two policeman.  They were looking down and shaking their heads.  I only realised then that they reported to her. She was their boss and they were not going to be able to do anything for me.   


I was sobbing.  I could not believe that another human being was speaking to me like that.  In a room full of other people.  When I had just been shot in the heart with grief.


My husband, who had said nothing up to this point had the look.  I know it well. Gentle Giant was giving her the who the fck do you think you are talking to look, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly. That look only comes out once every like 12 years.  


“Umm, tell me something…” he said, towering at least 100m above her head.  “Did you hear the part where my wife said she had just lost her mother?”  (In his culture, my aunt WAS my mother. No lies there). 


“I don’t care what story she has” the woman said. 

“Ummm sorry, mam? We are just here to …” 


“Wait, love” he said.  It was a firm and gentle, but gosh it was full of conviction.  


My husband looked at the two men.  Heads bowed in shame. He looked at me. Put his hands on his hips. 


There was a long silence.


“Are you feeling okay?” My husband said, looking the woman directly in the eye.   


Two more officers arrived. The air changed from an emotional one to something that my intuition told me could easily escalate into something ugly, where we were perhaps thrown in a holding cell and handcuffed, or worse.


That’s when one of the two officers became human again and said to my husband “I think it’s better if you guys go, my brother…”


He didn’t mean that we should GO to the highway and GO to the funeral home and GO be with our loved ones (which is just what we did, masks and all).  He was firing a warning shot to us, to say that if we did not get out of there, there would be trouble.
I took my husband by the hand and pulled hard. 


Heartbroken, disgusted and defeated we arrived at the funeral home. That’s when something magical happened. As I entered, I felt this incredible Light. I walked into the funeral home filled with a Spirit of compassion, love, strength, empathy and support.


That strength did not come from ME, and that’s really what this long story is about.  


Friends tell me that strength is The Peace that Passes All Understanding.  In my culture, the Holy Spirit.  In yours, your Higher Self/God, perhaps?  


Trust me it will come when you need it leaving you, the spiritual being here on earth to have a human experience, in awe.  And, in my case filled with so much GRATITUDE.


These are the moments, friends.  These are the moments!


Lee 

A BIG SHIFT – AHA!

A couple of years ago, I sat at my desk, staring at a pile of papers for hours.  

I was required to do a recon of expenses for the company I was working for at the time, but because I had been running on empty for months, I just sat there unable to move. 

My doctor called it “adrenal fatigue and burnout” but I knew that there was more.  But, like so many a corporate animal, I limped along from one deadline to the next trying to prove that I was invincible when in fact the ground was giving way beneath my feet. 

I won’t tell you exactly how that chapter ended because you’ll have to wait to buy my second book. (SURPRISE SURPRISE! Yes, that’s what I’ve been doing all this time.  I’ve been writing.  Sorry if you’ve missed my weekly stories  I had to put my head down and focus.  I’ve also written about why I could not blog during this time of writing my book. It was a “spiritual” directive)

 

Back to the story of the ADRENAL FATIGUE,

Yes, I was drained by my work because it was not aligned to my PURPOSE.   I kept getting this nagging feeling that I had to make more time for my “inner work”.

Why couldn’t I just fast forward to the part where I get the new role in the new life I wanted?

Frustrated at first, I began to make time for what I believed to be the INNER WORK. Daily meditation, prayer, study, study.  I consulted with my guides, teachers, coaches, mentors and spent many hours in prayer and solitude.

Still, something was missing.  Until one morning, just as I stepped out of my cold shower (Get your mind out of the gutter! I’ve been taking cold showers for over 20 years for their circulation and immune boosting benefits!)

Ahaaaaa!  I felt a voice say in answer to my repeated question about how to inject more purpose and magic into my life in order to grow and prosper.  The answer was quite simple:  PLAY! LAUGH! DANCE! CONNECT! 

That’s it, I thought. That’s exactly what was missing.  Those words described me so well but why was I not committing to those things in the same way as I was to the other “important” things in my life?

Exactly!  Following my BLISS is now my “inner work” and I am very committed to it.  

Perhaps I can tempt you to join me?

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xoxo

Lee