My aunt translated yesterday. She didn't go out kicking and screaming. She was ready. I was ready. I saw her last Friday, just before I went to my 20th (and first) high school reunion. She'd been in a sordid physical state for the last two years, and I wondered if things might...change...soon. And around that day or before, and through yesterday, I'd been feeling bright and illuminated. Clean. I feel even more so. And I feel ever...closer...with her. Incidentally, my serenity, as she mentioned to me last Friday, is one reason she and I were so close.
People express themselves out of emotion. However, the emotion, let alone the intent, behind their expression isn't necessarily what the audience might think. I expressed the above for two, related, reasons:
- to share my experience of the event, which is that she transcended this frame, and it's a wonderful feeling I have. She is more 'with me' than ever. (No, she was not a Jedi. Heheheheh.)
- and to perhaps, at least somewhat, relieve you of your fears of something that isn't. Death.