IT'S THE SMALL THINGS

I do not mean for this to be a morbid piece, but I also wanted to share some of my reality out there. It is not an exaggeration when I say that since the end of January, I have known someone who has passed away, and it has been non-stop wake goings and novena masses. Truth be told, no loss is ever easy, most especially to those near and dear who were left behind, and it is also true that some losses hit harder than others. What I have come to realize after all these untimely deaths is that we tend to reflect on life, and think about a thing or two each time, regardless of our affinity to the deceased.

Whether it is a thought as shallow as I should have sent more photos and messages, or I should start taking more photos and print them, or something more profound like getting your health checked, or making an effort to be more purposeful with your actions, the painful truth is that every loss will leave a void – in our hearts and in our lives. People cope differently, and the manner in which they choose to do so is something we must all learn to respect, and allow space for. We must never impose our thoughts, feelings, or opinions on others, nor should we ever feel that we know exactly how another is processing his/her emotions. Life can be brutal, and cruel, and grief can be debilitating and overwhelming, I was told by a wise one once though that it is something we must feel in order to fully process. Grief is brought about by intense love, and I have come to realize we never fully move on from, but rather, just learn to live with.

The death of the pope was one that moved a lot of people – in all corners of the world, regardless of background, ethnicity, and surprisingly, even religion – an indication not only of how inclusive and progressive Pope Francis was, but how magnanimous his heart, and how much he truly loved. Few people are capable of loving in the way that he did – an energy so special, it resonated through even television screens – and of saying the most comforting, but real words in the manner that he did. He was not only a great presence; he was a pope I am so proud to have lived through the reign of. His papal era made the Catholic church not only warm and welcoming, but (albeit controversial at times) also more open-minded and current. His humility, kindness and shining example is truly a reminder to me that indeed, the Holy Spirit chooses the pontiff, and now we surrender and pray once again.

Let us never forget that there will always be a rainbow after the rain. There will always be light after darkness, love after loss and life after death. For as long as we believe.