Mothers’ Day, Fathers’ Day

In my small circle of friends, I am one of the few with neither mother nor father now. But it struck me that I still have them with me, just on another plane. I will always celebrate Mothers’ and Fathers’ days in my heart, because to me my parents are just around a curtain out of sight. I can call on their wisdom, insight and love at any time.

I imagine that my heart is a vast chamber, and in it I have room for all my people and pets and friends who are just beyond that curtain. If I listen, I can still hear my parents’ voices. They inhabit my heart now and I always have access to them.

Oh, how we frail humans fear death! It seems that it is the end of all things, but I don’t believe that for a second. It is a transition only, not the end. Imagine the divine complexity of a single human soul; how rare and unique it is! Whether you believe in God, Allah, Buddha, Spirit, Universe, or nothing at all, we didn’t come here without help.

I believe that those whom we have loved and have moved on still smile on us. They must think, ‘oh, just you wait! You think that death is the end! Ha! You won’t believe how amazing it all is!’ I’ll bet that they would give anything to whisper the truth they now know in our ears….but we have to wait to find out for ourselves.

In any case, I believe that I will see my parents, my grandparents, my friends and pets again. I believe that we go to a place of unceasing joy and knowledge; that we will be able to see with this new knowledge how we came to be and what our missions have been and will be.

Now as far as death goes, my last months with my mom were the most heart-rending and yet the funniest times I can remember. We were both fans of Mary Tyler Moore, and often referred to the famous episode of Mary at the funeral of Chuckles the Clown. She was unable to keep a straight face during it, probably due to this speech given at the funeral:

“”Chuckles the Clown brought pleasure to millions. The characters he created will be remembered by children and adults alike: Peter Peanut; Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo; Billy Banana; and my particular favorite, Aunt Yoo-Hoo. And not just for the laughter they provided — there was always some deeper meaning to whatever Chuckles did.

Do you remember Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo’s little catch-phrase? Remember how, when his arch-rival Señor Kaboom hit him with a giant cucumber and knocked him down, Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo would always pick himself up, dust himself off, and say, ‘I hurt my foo-foo’?

Life’s a lot like that. From time to time we all fall down and hurt our foo-foos. If only we could deal with it as simply and bravely and honestly as Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo. And what did Chuckles ask in return? Not much. In his own words, ‘A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.'”

Now wouldn’t that be a great eulogy? If that were quoted at my own funeral, there probably wouldn’t be a dry eye (or seat) in the house….