It has been four weeks now since my mother passed. The emotions that I have experienced have been many. I miss her greatly and will mourn awhile longer, this I know. She was a woman who meant so many things to me, a mother, a friend, a soul that I could have intense conversations with about many things, including transformative topics. I will miss my talks with her as well as my knowing that she is there for me in so many ways.
The passing of my mother has made me think about a lot of things. My mortality for one, somehow knowing that my death is very real and something that I will eventually experience. I was there to watch her leave this realm of existence, when she took her last breath. I know that we are not immortal in this sense, that I too shall past at some point. I am now much more present to his fact. Some of us forget this point, or do not consider it, and as a result live our life as if we will live forever.
Such insight and awareness has gotten me to again reevaluate my purpose for being here, on this planet and as a human being. More than even I know that we are just renting everything that we have materialistically, that we own nothing, and that what matters, truly matters, is other people, to be of service, specifically. The highest purpose of a human being is to be of service to others. All we have is this and our love for others, it is all that truly matters. To live our life as if we will live forever is to miss the point. We must die before we die, as Tolle wrote. As mother once told me about my father, my father passing two years before her, he did not even take his pajamas with him.
