Presently, our world is experiencing so many tragic deaths from natural disasters, war, famine, disease and senseless violence. It seems rare for someone to die of natural causes and perhaps more rare to die in one’s own bed with the loving care of family members. Both of my parent lived long, full, lives and were cared for at home until their last breath.
For 61 years 5 months and 16 days I could identify with the role of daughter. Being parentless does not leave me feeling orphaned. Instead, I feel accomplished, the role of daughter is complete. I am still a wife, a mother, a seeker of a deeper spiritual identity. I was blessed with two loving parents for a time and barring an unthinkable tragedy, I will leave behind two sons one day. I do wonder how they will identify me then and if they will feel orphaned or accomplished.
Musing: Recognition Excerpt from, ” Cutting the Clouds…”
There is a tiny birthmark on my left foot about an inch above my little toe–just a dark dot about the size of the head of a pin. I see it every day when I bathe and I wonder if anyone else has noticed it.
In Haiti, a man on a big machine lifts the bloated bodies of earthquake victims into a trench for mass burial. Does the man wonder if one of these is his neighbor or perhaps even a relative? Is there a unique birthmark visible that could identify them? For these precious ones there will be no chance for identification. No burial with friends and family to share a memory, or pray a blessing or cry their grief into the funeral clothes of the loved one.
These thoughts make me want to show my birthmark to everyone I know, just in case, you know, to identify me.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette