As September comes around I look forward to Hands Across The Bridge. Although even that was touched by COVID as this year we didn’t get to go – on the bridge. Still plenty of beautiful people attended to celebrate life, send blessings to those who continue to suffer from mental health injuries and active substance use and remember lives lost.
The latter helps prepare me for September 20th. On September 20, 2010, we lost our dear friend Mary.
Mary was a rare jewel with her tremendous heart, attentive active listening abilities, and valuable guidance! Mary was always there for so many of us! She was always there for me. She was a true blessing and if you knew her, I am sure you would agree.
It’s easy for me to remember her on this day because Mary is still my North Star guiding me. Throughout the year I catch myself asking What would Mary do??? Or what would Mary say???
The empty chair practice comes to mind. If Mary were sitting in a chair across from me – what would I say? Mhm.
Thank you so much for listening to my stories of childhood difficulties like going to bed hungry. Thank you for leaving me little boxes of cereal that you snuck from the physician’s lounge. I will never forget finding them on my computer keyboard with little notes “For my Guadaloop – May she never go hungry again!” I miss you sharing your delicious home-grown vegetables that you brought in quart and gallon sized zip lock bags.
I recall the conversations being as delicious as your homegrown veggies! If fact they were so rich and emphatic there would be little pieces of carrots flying out and landing on me when you would become so passionate about the topic! I recall feeling honored to have you as my friend when that would happen because, for me, that was a sign that you were comfortable being your authentic beautiful you with me! It was a reflection of how safe I felt around you!
The healing that you brought to me in those loving gestures was and continues to be priceless. Oh Mary, those little boxes of cereals and home-grown vegetables from your garden did much more that satisfy my hunger they satiated my soul.
Whether it was conversations about the latest research on diabetes or substance use or the next psychiatric nurse practitioner dinner you all would sneak me into I miss you and so much more.
You are gone and in many ways the world that we shared is gone too.
Although I do not understand please know how much you are loved and missed.