WHO DOESN’T LIKE BEING GIFTED. . .
especially when it’s unexpected
. . .it’s like getting a two sunrises in the same morning
a gift within the gift. . .
There are some gifts that are just too big to ever be wrapped; there are some gifts that when received, never have to be opened or unwrapped because they’re that much a part of you already.
Do you have such a gift?
Have you given such a gift?
Kelly, a good friend of mine recently suffered the death of her mom a few months ago and because it was quite suddenly, it’s a different kind of grief that she’s had to be bearing and wearing on herself. Living in Arizona and dealing with the fallout of her mother’s death back here in Ohio has put an added burden upon her, and yet, in many ways has helped her deal with grief in a much different and a much deeper way than she could’ve never had in any other way.
Is grief that gift that’s too big it can’t find wrapping?
If grief is a gift at all, it’s one we usually don’t want to accept or certainly give, and never have to be on the receiving end of. But then again, grief is a great reminder of what it is, that’s on a cellular level, very much a part of us; even more real than the words you’re reading, or the actual breath you just took without noticing (again).
Kelly has come back and packed up her moms house and gave away most of her mothers possessions to friends and other family that she thought might appreciate those gifts the most. She’s donated the rest to the Salvation Army so that those that never knew her mother still may be beneficiaries of the gifts that have been left behind and now forwarded.
I am the recipient of one of those gifts.
It was a picture that hung in her mothers ‘s dining room.
I never met Kelly’s mom, but I sure have known Kelly for long enough to know that some of the things that have made Kelly, well Kelly, are literally impossible without her mother. DNA and genetics for sure guarantee that, but then there’s that gift that can’t be wrapped only given and received that truly makes us who we are and more, ever becoming MORE OF. . .
Grief is a terrible thing to ever have to experience. We often don’t recognize it and we don’t volunteer for it, but at its best and deepest, it is the truest reflection of the love that we have and only really deepens and expands and never vanishes. THAT’S GRIEF. Not the tears. Not the ‘how comes’. Not the ‘why’s’ or the ‘what for’s’. The grief that often brings the saltiest tears, those tears never exist nor does the sense of loss, that deep sadness ever, unless there’s a love much deeper than all those things put together that even make those tears even possible.
So what’s your gift?
What is it, that someone will pass on to another, perhaps you’ve never even met before, that might benefit from the fact that you even existed? What is the I T in you that’s so big, you can never wrap, but once given, never has to be. . . ?
So that Others
can be beneficiaries of your
N O W
and not so much your
T H E N