Love Message from the Other Side

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“Bookends”

Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.

When I read this, I just hear this song by Simon & Garfunkel in my head. A wonderful love message 🙂 ❤

By Elaine Mansfield

 

“Go to bed,” I told myself. “You need to sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

My mind was blurry and jumpy, on the edge of dizzy. I needed stamina and a clear head for my TEDx talk dress rehearsal the next morning. I’d been practising alone and with friends for months, but still didn’t trust I could pull it off.

Why had I applied to give this talk? I didn’t know how to give a long talk without notes. Why had they accepted my proposal? Why was I torturing myself? I knew I’d get emotional and forget everything I wanted to say, but it was too late to back out.

Since I was too wound up to sleep, I decided to clear off a kitchen counter. Order always helps, right? I shuffled through a pile of papers and found a small photo of my first meditation teacher. It was a copy of the same photo I taped to my husband Vic’s chest during his last days. When I washed and shrouded Vic’s body six hours after his death, I taped the photo over his heart. His copy of the photo was cremated with him.

 

How did my copy of this precious photo end up in a messy pile? How could I be careless with the photo I wanted to be cremated with me? I usually carried it in a hidden pocket of my old red wallet where I’d stashed a few treasures.

 

Contents of the hidden pocket varied over time from quotes by Rumi with photos of the Dalai Lama and Marion Woodman, but this photo of Vic’s and my first spiritual teacher Anthony Damiani was always there. More wired than ever, I emptied the pocket to put the photo where it belonged.

 

Behind a flap, I noticed a corner of the yellow paper. It was neatly folded and tucked inside a plastic card holder. Was it a quote I wanted to remember? I didn’t know.

 

I unfolded the paper, making sure not to tear the deep creases. In my husband’s handwriting, I read:

E,

You are the centre of my life. Never doubt my love.

                                                 V

 

It was a note from Vic, who had died six years before. A love note was written in his clear Catholic school handwriting delivering words I needed to hear that night.

He must have left it on the kitchen counter or dining room table when he was alive. Did he write it when he was sick and death was near? Did I tuck it into my treasure compartment knowing there wouldn’t be more love notes?

I didn’t know. So much was forgotten in those frantic days.

I had been the centre of Vic’s life, especially in his last two struggling years when I circled him with love. Even dead, he was still the centre of my inner worlds.

After his death, his support continued. A handwritten comment pencilled into the margin of a book or an email written to a friend who forwarded it to me. I dreamed of Vic often and thought of him every day, but this note was a gift from the Other Side.

As I read the words, again and again, tears rolled down my cheeks. Thank you for your love, Vic. Thank you, frazzled Elaine, for saving this note. Thanks to the unseen forces that revealed the note tonight.

The next day, I went through my talk at the dress rehearsal with surprising calmness despite a few glitches. The day after, I walked on the TEDx Chemung River stage and delivered “Good Grief! What I Learned from Loss.”

Grief is an inevitable part of life. Grief is a teacher. Grief is another stage of love.

 

I didn’t fall apart or forget what I wanted to say. Vic’s love was with me, giving me the support I needed. I didn’t need to understand why I found the note at that moment. I didn’t need to remember when or why he wrote it. I found it when I was scared, doing the most daring thing in my new life, and sharing the hardest experiences.

I knew just what to do.

Before walking on stage, I slipped Vic’s love note in my bra, right over my heart.

***

 

 

 

Elaine Mansfield’s book Leaning into Love: A Spiritual Journey through Grief won the 2015 Independent Publishers Book Award Gold Medal for Aging, Death, and Dying. Her TEDx talk is “Good Grief! What I Learned from Loss” now has over 115,000 viewers.  Elaine facilitates workshops, volunteers with hospice, spends time in the forest with her dog and tree-hugging family and friends and writes a blog.

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2 thoughts on “Love Message from the Other Side

  1. elainemansfield

    Thanks for sharing and for adding the lyrics that matched the time when I first fell in love: “A Time of Innocence. A Time of Confidences.” I wrote a piece called “Bookends of a Marriage in 2012. I didn’t connect it to this song until now. You’ll enjoy the photo of my husband in 1967.

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