Monday, September 7, 2009
My husband was 20 when his mom died. He and his 11 brothers and sisters lost their mom to cancer. His youngest sister was only 2 years old at the time of her mom's death.
Mr. B.E. recalls being called home as a college student to be present at his mother's deathbed. It was bittersweet because was unable to change the prognosis or prevent her death. But understandably, he still needed and wanted to be there.
By analogy, being present to the needs of those who are oppressed means being willing to be with them. Most likely, I cannot solve their problem--but by simply showing up...by being there...I am where I need to be to symbolize where my heart is.
September Song was a favorite song of the father-in-law I never met as he recalled his first wife's premature death--each November. It is one of my husband's favorites, too.
With thanks for the memories to my blogging friend Jamie who began Take This Tune.