“When your absence is felt, your presence is the essence and it makes a difference.” -Michael Bassey Johnson
It seems that a person’s true essence crystalizes at the end of one’s life. We see more clearly, threads woven in each others lives to create unique and intricate designs. As our lives cross we may not realize the significance of our touch upon one another, however brief or extended our encounters.
A person may leave but their essence lingers with us. I have witnessed a curious phenomenon that can happen after someone we love dies. Sometimes those who remain begin to display mannerisms, behaviors, sayings and even actions of that person.
Perhaps, this occurs because their love lives on within us. It may be one way we fill the void and remember them in our being.
It evolved almost imperceptibly. He became the caregiver that his mom had been. He is no longer living for himself. Woody, generously gives his time and energy doing helpful deeds for others.
My brother recently commented to me, I’ve become just like dad”, and I've noticed this rings true more and more over time.
I spent many an hour at her bedside. As I stroked her forehead I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. As she lay in that in between stage of leave taking, she was no longer responsive. I leaned in close to her ear and said, “Mom it is going to be so beautiful in paradise and you are going to be so happy and filled with joy.” I was so surprised when she laughed with joy. I continued, “Mom paradise is beautiful and you are so happy and joyful.” Again, she laughed and affirmed this vision; a moment I will carry with me.
We are inextricably connected in ways that surpasses our understanding, for we are bound by Love. Living in the physical realm we can easily forget and perceive ourselves as separate. This leads to loneliness and a deep longing to return to wholeness. At times the veil lifts and we see ourselves in each other’s eyes; we see through our Beloved's eyes.
“The essence of any creature encompasses more than one realm. Here now this body is a vehicle of our essence in this universe.” –Toba Beta
My mother's leave taking has left me icreasingly aware and valuing relationships and the people who intersect my universe. My priorities are shifting and the busyness that seemed so important, is less so.
My only hope is that my mother’s radiant essence lives on in me.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Photo of my mom, taken by my dad; Elizabeth (Lee) Sorensen February 17, 1916—August 20th 2014
Journal of Sacred Work 
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