What Is Lonnie's Room?

There is a room in our home to which I navigate more frequently than the others. It makes me feel secure, it is cozy, and it is quiet. From the peak of the room, there is a large rusty metal angel suspended by a very thin wire. It would apear as if the angel is hovering over me, protecting, and always present. The lighting in the room creates a virtual display of dancing shadows around the angel.

Every evening when I am in "MY ROOM", I think of what Luciano de Crescenzo once said, "We are all like one-winged angels. it is only when we help each other that we can fly."

Monday, January 17, 2011

Our Role

Have you raised your face to the stars and looked for your guidance?  It leads me to wonder what my role will be once I find that star and follow it.    Does this inner feeling that I am to “move on” have anything to do with the star I am looking for?  More importantly, am I capable of changing roles from something familiar, to something unknown?   As I sit in “My Room” and ponder these questions, I reflect on our grieving families.   Their family structure and roles change as a disease progresses and death becomes reality within the family unit.  As a rule, there is always a “pivot” person…. the go to person….. the in-charge person…. the organizer…. the consoler.  My role now is to console the consoler and support that pivot person throughout the process.  It feels natural for me to be in this role.  Could I change to another role?  All good questions for which I have no answers.  Where are you in your star search?  Share your thoughts.

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