End of Days?

January 16, 2014

Dead mum in direct sun.

Copyright 2014 Kevin P. Mick Photography. All rights reserved.

Following-up on the slow demise of this mum in the last post, the above is an image of the same flower made earlier this afternoon.  While recognizable, no one would confuse this with the bright image from just a short while ago-the circular flow of energy and vibrance of colour has withered away.  It is as if the flower has folded in on itself and is physically withdrawing from being seen.

And so it is. 

One my colleagues whom I have known and worked with for years passed away recently.  While it is a cliché, and I do so not like clichés, Kathleen would literally light up a room upon entrance.  Her spirit and energy was such that she could make you want to face a challenge simply because you knew she would be there with you and would put forth all of her effort to make as successful an endeavour as was possible.  Shame on you if you did not match that.

Which is the issue at hand.  I find wakes unpleasant, which should not be surprising.  How could one “like” them?  There is an historical and cultural significance to such ceremonies, which is understood, and viewing the body in state does convey a sense of finality to the corporeal part of one’s journey.  However, this one was especially difficult as it was so painfully apparent that Kathleen’s life force energy had dissipated.  The contrast was just too great.

Which leaves the memories.  Had I not made the image above, I could go back again and again to that days old photo and see the beauty the flower possessed and therefore think of it always as it appeared then.  A photograph will do that as by definition it is a freezing of that fraction-of-a-second slice of time that is preserved.  It is important to remember, though, that a moment is not the totality of life (or death, for that matter).  Holding onto a particular moment of the past is precisely what can fuel the denial of the present.  Wakes are the reminder that all that lives will eventually be no longer.  That is a hard bit of reality and what makes wakes so poignant.

I feel privileged to have known and had the opportunity to work with Kathleen.  She made the good times better and the unpleasant ones much more than tolerable.

Yellow mum against blue background.

Copyright 2014 Kevin P. Mick Photography. All rights reserved.

That is worth remembering.

Take good care.

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