Weaving threads

It’s interesting how quickly it can happen. We make a friend, who becomes a great friend (almost like family). The years you know each other are special and leave an indelible imprint on your heart. Even though you lose touch over the years because of so many different reasons – one of you moves; you get a new job; you no longer move in the same circles – you still find yourself thinking of them with great fondness.

In this age of Facebook we are now able to find those people with whom we’ve lost touch and re-connect with them all over the world. Yes, Facebook can, at times, be a blessing and not just the infatuation or addiction we mostly hear about.

Our existence here is more like a weave of lives, creating a pattern of creation. Each life is a single thread in this pattern. Some are threaded and joined with you to make the pattern stronger until they need to move in a different direction; others are threads that pass us and just barely touch our lives – they are there just for a short time for whatever reason (a blessing, a lesson) but no less integral in the pattern of creation. And there are the very few who are there, joined with you, forever, until their part of the pattern is complete. Every one of these threads is a blessing in its own rite, and I thank God for what I learned during the short or long time I have them in my life, and for whatever I gain from the experience.

I recently re-connected with a very dear friend through Facebook. I wasn’t even looking for Lucy; she just popped up in the least expected place – a comment on a friend’s post (I didn’t even know they knew each other!). It started a firestorm of emails back and forth, comments and postings, all in an effort to catch up on lost time. She moved out to Colorado recently, and was talking about coming back to the East Coast during Thanksgiving and a chance for us to get together and catch up in person. It warmed my heart to think of seeing her again.

I know! I know! I wax philosophical…

But we never know the pattern of the weave being laid out before us. Sadly, her thread was cut from the pattern, and I learned not but a month after we’d re-connected that Lucy was no longer with us.

Life’s too short. We all use the phrase so often. We say it so much its lost its meaning until we’re brought into sharp realization of just how short and fragile life is. As Christians, we are tought to rejoice in one of our own moving on; but we are also human and that requires us to grieve – not for those who have gone on before us – but for our own loss and for the loss of others affected by it. It is very bitter sweet.

So, when you have a moment to calm your mind and can take a moment of peace, please say a little prayer for Lucy – and her family.

In paradisum deducant te Angeli;
in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Ierusalem.
Chorus angelorum te suscipiat,
et cum Lazaro quondam paupere æternam habeas requiem.

May angels lead you into paradise;
upon your arrival, may the martyrs receive you
and lead you to the holy city of Jerusalem.
May the ranks of angels receive you,
and with Lazarus, the poor man, may you have eternal rest.