by Alison | May 12, 2013 | .
A few weeks ago we were discussing life, death and religion or faith.
The human mind wants to make sense of life, to understand it and to know where to from here. We are always trying to find the answer – we are hot wired to do this. For many, religion gives them an unwavering faith in birth, in life and death. Others have different faiths that offer them the same; some are just constantly looking and for some who have ‘lost’ someone and don’t have faith are stuck in the why.
Death is ahead for all of us. Some of us face death of a loved on during our journey at some point. It is hard to come to terms with death, as the finality of it is painful and non-repairable for us who are left behind.
I know science is out there and valid and for most of me it makes sense. But when I try and relate science to losing my child it sticks in my throat. So, I get stuck in this merry go round of what is – what isn’t.
Then I noticed a post on Aleisha’s wall and thought it worth sharing.
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your broken hearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.”
-Aaron Freeman.
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by Alison | Sep 11, 2012 | .
An interesting message was sent to me via a lawyer saying that I’m trying to replace my dead children and initially I was taken aback that such a malicious statement could be made. Then I sat back and pondered from whence it came and realised that anyone who can walk away from their children would have no concept of what it is really like to have the sense of love, responsibility, dedication and loyalty to one’s children that most of us have.
Some chose to leave their children and pursue a different life, or just simply because their new life is more important and leaving is easy because they want to or believe it’s a better option (ask many divorced people…)
I don’t believe that any of the above ever consider, at that time, how they would feel if one of these children left behind should fall seriously ill, or become terminally ill or suffer abuse, become disabled or die.
Why should they ? I think most humans believe they are infallible; not believing that tragedy could happen to them and that they will grow old gracefully and all will be well. How many people do you know who do not worry about preparing a will or saving for their retirement or old age. Or who believe their children will die before them. Most do not like to contemplate tragedy, the blinkers are on and many suffer because of it.
Others never consider the consequences of their actions, just swan their way through life hurting others and their children but never taking responsibility, just living a selfish existence, always blaming others and never looking within and acknowledging that the blame lies inside and not externally. Geoff always told me to be careful when pointing fingers as there are always three pointing backwards towards you.
I was brought up knowing that I am accountable for every decision I make as ultimately those decisions will have a direct bearing on those around me and on myself. I can only blame myself if the decisions I make backfire or don’t work out as expected.
So, I try to live my life so that I will never have to say – if only.
My children have been the most important events, journey, purpose, decisions, parts and love of my life. Whether they were planned or just happened I have accepted the consequence and lived with it to the full. Always making sure that they were ok, working hard to provide for them, organising and arranging life as a single mother to ensure that they were well taken care off, fed, clothed, schooled and happy. Personal sacrifices were made along the way and I carry the scars of some. Then caring for the kids when they were sick and saying goodbye to them, making sure they understood how much I loved them. I made sure that they knew how important they are to me and that I would give up my life for them if I was able.
Replace them. I don’t think so. Children are not replaceable. People are not replaceable. Everyone is different and so we love them differently in different spaces of our hearts and soul. The umbilical cord that joins me to my own children can never be severed and will be with me till I die as will the pain of loss.
My adopted children I love from a different part of my heart which is a learned love and acceptance. It is also a commitment that I make to them. With children you give birth to, the commitment should be there, just in the mere fact that you gave birth to them. For children that you acquire along the way, just as with a partner, a commitment needs to be considered, a conscious choice made and together with the love we experience and share, it becomes intertwined, then embraced, followed with a vow to each other to do this for as long as we shall live.
I know Aidan would be very proud to call the girls his family and to have more sisters. He would support me in adopting and he would never accuse me of trying to replace him or Laila.
So instead of allowing a misguided statement to upset me it has made my resolve stronger as I know that I am doing what was asked of me, and that it is the right thing to do. I made a commitment to these children many years ago and I promised the three of them that I would be there for them for the rest of my life. Whether the law recognises this or not is immaterial so long as we know that the right intent is there. The commitment is real, strong and true. That love is binding and I am proud that they think of me as a mother, their mother and love me as such.
That they have shared those magical youthful moments with me, and with Aidan, that we have shared so many years together, much joy and laughter, many tears and heartache but mostly filled with hope and dreams, love and happiness – has been a blessing.
They have helped me keep afloat, given my life some purpose and kept me busy !
I still have many dark days. Memories float through and cloud my sunny mornings, pain stabs me at odd moments when least expected, songs stray in and upset my balance, thoughts cloud my vision and tears wash my face but I keep moving, mostly forward. One step at a time, one day at a time.
Maybe one day I will make sense of it all but for today I will embrace my girls, celebrate my birth children and not allow another’s remarks to spoil the day.
Onwards and upwards, may the universe give me strength, my heart give me courage and may my soul keep my spirit fuelled.
With love
Alison
Rest easy my beautiful children – Aidan (25/06/1986 – 20/10/2010) & Laila (09/01/1995 – 31/12/1997)
In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?
thank you Mr Chips !
by Alison | Aug 12, 2012 | .
I woke in the night and pondered the words ‘to wail’. My mother never wailed when my father died, she went to bed and re-appeared a few months later.
I weep or seep and have only one recollection of wailing. The receded wave of sadness, disbelief, rejection and heartache welled and my tsunami hurtled outward. I had to just let it wash over me and carry me emotionally and verbally from the depths of my soul to the universe beyond.
Why is it that for so many of us we are not taught to wail? Encouraged to show grief and let it out. Not to sob, wipe the tear away or snivel into a tissue.
Looking back I do wonder why I allow comforting others, making decisions and arrangements to get in front of sitting in my grief. Keeping busy is an easy deflection from pain.
It is not easy to keep reminding oneself that this is ‘my pain, my realty, my life’ and not look around at the suffering being experienced by others and feel that mine is not as significant, especially those that know how to wail. Grief is etched into every pore of their face, into the air that surrounds them and is carried on the wind for us to hear and experience.
Oh to be able to bear ones soul so completely.
So, as I am not able to do that… yet, I wrap myself in an emotional blanket and button it down, tight. Keeping the mind constantly busy and occupied so that there is no time to dwell, to reflect upon or to feel sad. These are fleeting moments in my day; a tear wiped away, a memory exposed, filtered, felt and put away. There is no time for solitude or reflection as the pain is too severe and the dark hole too deep to contemplate.
Have you ever experienced that feeling – that if I get in too deep I might never be able to return, to climb out. The flip side is that possibly there is always the ability to get out but the question asked is, are we strong enough to chance that.
Maybe one day I’ll find the space and courage to sit in an empty space and wail and know I’ll find my way back.
Onwards and upwards
Love Alison
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.”
-Kahil Gibran
by Alison | Dec 11, 2011 | .
I miss Christmas.
I grew up in a family that celebrated events with much enthusiasm. Easter was always special, birthdays an occasion, the 5th November we always had a great big bonfire with a Guy Fawkes and Christmas was traditional with an early start.
My father always took us to the morning service, then home for a nice simple breakfast, after which we waited for the grandparents and then opened the welcoming gifts under the tree. The whole family would sit down together to a lunchtime feast that my mother had been preparing, with much love, since the day before. Roast turkey with the appropriate veg and my father’s own recipe of brandy butter for the lit Christmas pudding stuffed with coins. The evening was open house for all friends and family to pop in for a drink, fellowship and to consume any leftovers from lunch.
Then life changed. Parents died, brothers moved away, life took its journey and Christmas was never quite the same again.
My appreciation of Christmas is based on the values that I saw in my parents, the caring, welcoming attitude towards friends, family and the needy. It was the laughter and the warmth that overflowed on Christmas night amongst the gathering that will always remain with me.
Through my life I have tried to preserve that spirit of Christmas and endeavoured to instil some of it in my children, as best I could, as well as to celebrate with whatever family was around who wished to be a part of it. I love making the effort, going that extra mile to do something extra special after all it is not just another day, its Christmas! A time of giving and receiving, of sitting together and sharing a meal, breaking bread and feeling the contentment and love and being a part of family.
Last week I spoke to Aidan’s granny and she spoke of her loneliness which I fully understand. The festive season seems to have an adverse effect on some of us. Instead of being caught up in the gaiety and sense of family and friendship many feel incredibly isolated and alone. I have spent parts of Christmas alone pondering the ache in my heart. Broken families mean children alternate Christmas, migrant families are separated by continents, some folk are ill, some alone, many are old and in a place they do not want to be in, some estranged, a family member might have died, a sudden retrenchment or perhaps some just don’t care or have the same awareness of kinship.
Spare a thought this Christmas to those around you. I was reading the paper the other day and was struck by the complete lack of care or moral value enveloping us. When did society become so unconcerned? Not to be political but I certainly would not have a woman in my life who treated the person she worked for with such disdain and contempt as Julia yet, she rules this country and we all listen to and read about her. Instead of being accepting the voters should have kicked her butt and ousted her for her incredibly bad, unacceptable conduct. How does a country condone such behaviour? Do we do the same in our own homes, in our workplace, behave so callously to colleagues or strangers, with our friends, is this how we want our children to behave? I suppose my question is where is our care factor…?
One of my hopes is that society starts to show more compassion to those around them and hopefully start at home, then the aged, the sick, the needy and into the broader community. Spare someone that all-encompassing loneliness at Christmas. Give a stranger a gift, visit the wishing tree in Kmart, purchase something from organisations that use the money to help sick children or cancer sufferers or orphans etc. Do a good deed.
For those who haven’t seen the movie there is a belief in ‘pay it forward’ or ‘give and you shall receive’. It’s all about being generous and giving without the expectation of ever receiving anything in return. Just knowing you touched someone else’s life in a positive manner and brought a smile or a lift to a heart is worth it, and that’s the gift. The world is so full of suffering its heart-breaking.
In all of our lives there will be someone who will not enjoy or have a sense of Christmas, spare a thought, reach out and share the love and kindness that resides in all of us. Bring joy and peace to our earth.
May you have a blessed Christmas and a joyous new year.
Travel safe.
X Alison
http://www.ocf.com.au/
http://www.youngcare.com.au
http://mummyswish.org.au
http://www.thepyjamafoundation.com
http://www.workingwonders.com.au/
http://salvos.org.au/christmas/how-to-help/food-and-gifts.php
Kmart Wishing tree Appeal
http://www.lionsclubs.org.au/cakes/info.php
http://www.beyondblue.org.au/index.aspx?
http://au.movember.com/get-involved/
http://www.oxfam.org.au/
http://www.kidswithcancer.org.au/
Aidan Cale Needham
25/06/86 – 20/10/10
by Alison | Nov 27, 2011 | .
Last week I sat at Maris’s final year service at school and was reminded how important ceremony is in one’s life. I watched as Father Andrew lit candles from a single blessed flame and passed them on to the line of young, soon to be adults. I’m sure few saw the significance of the passing of the flame but hopefully as they grow the will take cognisance and become more aware of the interconnectedness of us all.
Aleisha, Jackie and I ventured forth to Cape Town and celebrated Aidan at a wake we held for him on the 20th Oct. It’s difficult to put time to death as I cannot comprehend that Aidan is never coming back as he feels close and a part of me but a year has passed and so through ceremony we honour and remember him.
Zoe and Glen sang, John played a saxophone solo, Debbie talked and Karen read. We were surrounded by love, friends and family who toasted A, swopped tales of younger years, shared food, laughed and shed a tear. Aidan’s life had two halves, the before 15 in Cape Town and the after in Brisbane so, it was fitting to share the missing part of his life with those who shared the beginning.
Oh Hail the Pirate Chef.
The other day in conversation it was mentioned that a man I know is “trying to be happy” in his marriage. Trying to be happy, what does that mean and where does it leave his wife knowing that the person you live with is half there, half committed, half happy – if even …or is she the last to know I wondered.
How cool it must be to advocate all responsibility and cop out to living and committing to the full. Being half present, half aware, trying but always doubting, perhaps always looking for something to fill the half empty.
To me it’s a basic life principle. You only know this minute and you can only recall the past. What if you were to die in the next instant but you do not know that yet. Why waste time that you do not know you have. It is important to live in the now.
For some it seems easy to ride the wave of excuses such as – I had a terrible childhood and it defines me or I’ll hang onto this cement block that chains me to my unhappiness because it’s easier to make excuses and lay blame rather than to take responsibility for my part, accept, turn the other cheek, face it, leave it behind and move on and find fulfilment.
The flame of life is passed on to uphold that which is blessed not which compromises or is selfish.
Forge ahead, remain in the now and take each moment as it presents to you as a gift. Find the joy in the now. Embrace the now. Live in the now as it is all you really have and it might be your last. Don’t waste life, some have died for you to realise how precious and what a gift life is. Live it.
May you be blessed.
Love Alison
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Aidan Cale Needham
25/06/86 – 20/10/10
