In the midst of life, we are in death.
~From the Burial Service in the Book of Common Prayer
‘Tis the season for life changes. And for grief. And hope. And deliverance.
Two friends and colleagues have lost parents in the past 24 hours. Another is dealing with impending death of a mother.
And a dear friend is in the midst of a major life change that will shape the rest of his days.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust, says the poet.
Writes Shakespeare, “Quiet consummation have, and renowned be thy grave.”
In Middlemarch, George Eliot closes the book with this wonderful reminder: “…for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
We are ever surrounded those who have lived faithfully their hidden lives, and who leave us quietly, grieved by only a few. Their lives enrich us all, though. And we are always in their debt.