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4:31am November 15, 2014

➸ Guest Poet: Anna Baggs | Amelia Evelyn Voicy Baggs

I decided (she gave me permission to quote as much of her poem as I wanted) to post the entire poem my mom wrote on my poetry blog. So if you’re interested in reading it, follow the above link.

The last several lines are still my favorite part. I’ve found that there’s two ways to respond to horrible life events. One is to shrink away from them in terror, and the other is to grow and deepen in ways you could never imagine. I think all of us chose the second option in the end, especially my parents who were hit the hardest by this. Dying of cancer was my father’s worst nightmare, but he got through it. My mother is, despite horrible grief, realizing what I’d consider important spiritual truths about Love. And Love was what guided us all, it kept us from totally falling apart, it solved the fights we got into when our nerves were frayed, and it allowed my dad to walk straight into the Light without lingering around after he died. (The sicker he got, the more I saw the Light shining through him like he was transparent. I’m certain he was absorbed into Love, and now wherever I see Love, I will see my father.)

I miss him terribly, but I also feel like this has gone better than I could have ever expected, especially several months ago when he was first diagnosed, was utterly terrified of death, and who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t gradually let go of that terror.