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Thursday, 2 May 2013


I heard today that one of our local shop keepers had lost his wife a few months ago. I have used the services offered by his shop infrequently, but for some years, so was acquainted rather than friends with them.  Although I didn't know them well, they were gentle souls and the two of them presented a wonderful and harmonious partnership in the shop - an idyllic relationship on the face of it.  And after many years together, he is still bereft, with this gaping hole in his life.

Last week I renewed my acquaintance with someone from my school days who too lost his wife not long ago.  Speaking to him, and reading some of his writings, he also has a huge hole in his life which cannot adequately be filled.

These two men have lost their soul-mates and somehow they now have voids to fill.  I hear of people dying all over the world so frequently, some close to home and some not so close, and somehow expect that I would be immune to that sort of news by now.  But I'm not.  I find myself aching for these men, and I ache for all those who lose their mates, children, siblings and parents.

I can't especially explain the ache in any terms other than that, at some level, we are all one, so the loss by one person is a loss to us all.  It is as if our one-ness is revealed to us through our empathy, as if that particular feeling has been gifted to us to remind us of the universal connection we each have with everyone else on the planet.

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