I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.

20 03 2011

So much sorrow. So much sadness.  So much going wrong in the world. And then this, a loss closer to me, of a cousin I wish I’d known better, who I never saw without a smile on her face, a kind word for everyone, and a wee twinkle of mischief in the corner of her eye. A cousin who left far too soon.

It’s been a terrible month.  Japan, destroyed. Thousands of people gone, gone, no sign of them. Environmental damage, too, that will take years to heal. Haiti, still struggling to rebuild, holding an election between a rock star and someone who might actually know what she’s doing, but who may also be tied to the corruption that has held the country down. Libya – previously being destroyed by its mad leader, now being smashed into the ground by the rest of the world.  Of course, those are targeted missiles. Of course we know they kill no innocents. Of course we know that those on Gaddafi’s side must die. At least this time around.  Last time we killed the other side.

I feel like Obi-Wan, hearing voices crying out in suffering and terror, everywhere. But there’s a new tone, now, because I hear my family crying, too. This closer tragedy highlights what people must be feeling all over the world these days – sudden loss, sudden terror, sudden sorrow.

My cousin Mary, like my Aunt Mary and Uncle John and all of those now gone that I knew a bit better on my dad’s side of the family, was filled with laughter and light and joy. It’s not that life was that easy for any of them – there were the usual challenges, the usual sorrows, the disappointments that hit all of us in life. But there was something within them that gave them the strength to carry on and still shine. The Brown family knows how to laugh. They are present and open with their love; their families are strong and supportive and filled with that kind of unconditional love we all wish surrounded us more often. My mother always wanted such a family for us – but her own family was split with rivalries and imagined offences and somehow missed the closeness that my dad’s side of the family seemed to have pulled together in the end.

Mary grew up as the baby in a family that was squashed into a smallish house that resonated with laughter.  I remember being astonished at how my Uncle John and Aunt Colleen managed to fit their large family into their home, with built-in bunk beds and specially individual spaces for everyone.  I loved their house.  Something about it was so perfect, in every way. When we visited, we eased in like water through marbles, so welcome and so warmly greeted. They welcomed my husband, my children, and every time I see them, I feel like there has been no time passed, that we are all still rumbling along, friends always.

I know the loss of Mary must be like an open wound to them, and I’m left broken-hearted, for my loss of friendship unexplored, but mainly for a family that is so interwoven it must feel as if they’ve lost a limb. I talked to my cousin Susan last night, and she was calm, having told the story so many times of Mary’s illness and sudden death – she commented that “she’s with her Da”, my Uncle John. Oh, I do so hope there is a heaven, because it is so lovely to picture them there – they were a team, the two of them – and I can still see them laughing together. It’s just too bad for the rest of us left back here, our lives immeasurably poorer with her loss.

Go safely, Mary. We all loved you, even those of us who knew you less than we should have.

And may the heavens open up to take on all those others who need solace, whose families are also shocked and alone and struggling.

The world is a hard place these days.  But take a lesson from my cousin’s family, and use this time to draw closer, love each other more, laugh with each other in shared joy despite the sorrows. Life can be short, but if you take a lesson from Mary, you can make every second count.




5 responses

20 03 2011

what a great reminder for us, that we can make each moment count, in the presence of those who love us and laugh with us. thank you for this healing message today.
walk in beauty.


21 03 2011
Susan Brown

Thank-you Dorothy Anne. Every word you wrote has touched our hearts.


22 03 2011
Lesley Heales

What a beautiful tribute to a beautiful lady. Mary touched the lives of many of us at the Bank of Montreal, her sweet personality got us through many a tough day. She has certainly left a big void in a group who loved her and will miss her terribly. Our condolences to her family.


22 03 2011
cathy gallant

You touched my soul.
Thank you so much, Mary would have loved this.
(Mary’s sister)


30 03 2011
John Brown

Hi Dorothy Anne, as the opening words following the service in the chapel, you’re letter was
read with heart felt emotion. We all apppreciate
what you’ve written for Mary and our family, I beleive you’ve touched the hearts of everyone there. Thank you so much, you are wonderful,
you’re cousin, John


Multiple Sclerosis Research Blog

A blog for people affected by Multiple Sclerosis. Interpreting good, bad and other research news

Destination Humanity

Chasing big dreams one photo at a time

Ingridphilipp's Blog

Just another WordPress.com weblog


Breaking Free From The Past, In Hope For A Bigger & Brighter Future

Christ a poet

one word at a time

%d bloggers like this: