Wednesday, 8 August 2018
I've been absent from the blogosphere longer than anticipated because my Mom passed away about two weeks ago at the age of 93. Mom had a long life, although not an easy one in most ways. She was a fighter, though, always persisting, always enduring, no matter what she had to deal with. Her lessons and example made me who I am today, no doubt about it.
I'm just back now from Manitoba, having made final arrangements and taken care of business. One task I had to do was clear out her room at the nursing home. On her closed door, the nursing home staff had placed a picture of a blue butterfly, which I came to understand was their discreet code for "deceased resident." But it is actually a very appropriate coded reference. In ancient Greek mythology, the words for "butterfly" and "soul" are the same ("psyche").
The butterfly of my mother's soul has flown away home now, free at last. I am grieving and sorrowful but I welcome that peace for her.