Threads of Life

Shortly after my husband died, someone asked me if it was difficult to part with his possessions. My first thought and response at the time was that most of what he truly owned he kept in his head and expressed through life, through actively living. He had a personality that was larger than life. His smile lit up a room and he gave it to everyone in his presence. His laugh was absolutely infectious. When he laughed, you felt it, too, as if everything was right in the world. Somehow, he shared his laugh as if it was not just his to keep.

Every occasion was another thread, another opportunity to weave good thought into another person’s life…

He opened up and shared his love for life, whether you were meeting him for the first time or had known him forever. Every occasion was another thread, another opportunity to weave good thought into another person’s life, a ready extension of understanding and kindness toward others. It was then up to that person to use the thread they received to keep weaving a beautiful life with others or choose to tie it into knots and keep the thread for themselves and end the extension. This thought helped me stay connected to life after his sudden death. If I stopped living and shrunk into his death then I would not learn how to offer the threads. I would never learn how to be a weaver.