Goodbyes Are Never Easy

One of my favorite authors, Neil Gaiman, once wrote “He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once,” and over these past few weeks, I’ve been feeling the truth of this statement.

Some of these events I had planned for (my sister’s graduation, the start of my Yoga for Men class). Others were unfortunate, but not completely unexpected (contracting a cold shortly after a plane flight). However, there was one event that completely blindsided me: the death of my grandmother.

In the week leading up to her passing, I had been teaching around the idea of staying rooted, both on our mats and in life, of keeping in mind those thoughts or actions that keep us strong and calm. And though words can’t describe how much I’ll miss my grandmother, there are a few thoughts keeping me steady.

I’m grateful that she passed peacefully, surrounded by family that loved her. Since her health had been poor for some time, I’m grateful that she’s free from the suffering that accompanied her last weeks. And mostly, I’m rooted in the memory that her last words to me were “I love you.”

Rest in peace, grandma. Love always.

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