Birth/Death

 When you were born you cried, and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.   Navajo prayer

That was the printed wish on a birthday card I gave a woman who used to sing those words with me. This afternoon, I have the honor of joining with others who sang with her as we participate in a hospice memorial for those who made their transitions last year. Our friend is one who lost her life and will be honored for all the goodness and joy she brought others.

It will probably be an afternoon of both tears and laughter as we both mourn her death and celebrate her life. There will be other survivors there today—husbands, wives, parents, children, and friends. This is, to me, a very sacred time; one of tenderness and hopefully, peace.

Today, I am grateful to have known her. I’m glad to finally be singing for her, as I wasn’t able to as she faded from this life. Whenever I can sing for someone who has died, I feel the honor deeply.

On this day, I’m grateful to still have life in this mortal plane. I’m grateful for the times I spend with those I love. I’m grateful to sing out softly for the people who were all dear to others—those who cried at their deaths, but rejoiced over their lives.