I haven’t been capable of writing here for a long time. Loss can be paralyzing.
I was sitting here this evening and looked over at my cat and thought, “What will happen with all the love I have for her when I die.” The thought just popped into my head. My head often resembles a popcorn popper. Kernels of thought float in, attracting other kernels which pop, sometimes burn, and sometimes (rarely) create palatable ideas. I’m not sure where in that spectrum this thought makes its mark.
I truly love love! I believe it is what gives life meaning. I believe, well maybe “believe” is not the right word, maybe it should be, I “suspect,” that when we lose a receptacle of our love, it can cause us to swell to near-bursting with that love. It hurts and sometimes paralyzes! But what about when I, the generator of that love, die? What will happen with all the love I have for my friends, children, grandchildren, other family members, and my cat?
In all honesty, I’m okay with me physically ending (I don’t plan on rushing the process, I just accept the reality that I’m mortal), but the idea of the love I give ending, makes me sad. When I die, what will happen to the love I have to give? Hmmm, perhaps this is a solicitation. Please love one another, and my cat, and my friends, and my family members. This solicitation is not to be confused with that other type of solicitation that can result in arrest. It won’t hurt anyone to be receiving love from you and from me. You know, the love that is patient, kind, and selfless. The love that doesn’t judge or find fault. It can sometimes hurt the giver, but rarely the recipient.
So, what am I asking? Again, I’m asking us to love one another. I got the idea from a pretty great guy whose birthday is coming up. What a great gift, for us all!
My lovable cat.
It's Me: Jennie Block Taylor 