Like the 2:00 am call from the ER, there are moments in life that are anticipated and dreaded. This blast text went out to my siblings, "Mom slumped at the table and took a turn for the worse. The hospice
nurse has been called." Mom was assisted to bed and comforted for the next five days before she passed on March 23 (the day before my father’s birthday). All I could do was to keep calm and to practice yoga.
While in "corpse pose" at the end of class and spiritually connected to my mother on her
death bed, the haunting theme from the film Gladiator, "Now We Are Free," seemed to stream from Heaven. Certainly death sets a loved one free. But how was I free? Free to be at peace? Free to break the chains of love?
The day after my mom died, an epiphany occurred for me during
another yoga class. My mom and I were now free to love unconditionally. No longer were we challenged by the conditions and obligations placed on one another through our mortal minds. From now on, we would only speak to one another through our eternal hearts.
While I proudly honor my mother, Mary, by keeping her close to my heart, there are times I whimper, but then I remember: Mom raised me to dry my tears, make my rumpled bed each morning and heal the broken hearted.
"Sweet Dreams Mommy!"