This week, my best friend lost his mom.

She was older, about 85, and she had been suffering, so it’s for the best in one way, but of course it was difficult for him, and for all of us who knew this fine woman.

The stress of the week, including the planning, expense, being ON for family and friends, and the lack of sleep was taxing on my friend and his family. And when the excitement wanes, the reality will set in, and the true grieving can begin. Which is also difficult. But, on the flip side, there is some growth that takes place.

Many people would say my friend was lucky because he had a doting mother. Unfortunately for him, it has handicapped him somewhat. He certainly got her gift of being intelligent and social, but he seemed to expect to be the center of attention, which very few of us can continue to enjoy, as time goes on. I believe he has learned this week, what he might have learned when he first left home–that he needs to look out for himself, and negotiate with others for attention, while he makes his child and other people feel important as well.

He has also learned more about his mother, and about himself. First, that his mom gave so much of herself to so many people, and never asked for anything in return. And also, that he and his siblings, etc. have many of the gifts that his mom had, and that she may have left this world, but will never be forgotten.

Change is thrust upon us, and we must endure. But there are lessons, and we ought to reflect so we can be better, and cope better with the new world we find ourself in.

While both of my parents are still living, I pray that I can have all the consciousness that brings fulfillment to them, and to me and my sister. Amen.