Earlier this year, a longtime friend passed away… suddenly. Although I have lost friends before, her death shook me up more than I would ever have imagined. Over the years, I’ve lost friends to accidents and illnesses. I even had a friend take her own life. But the passing of my friend of almost 25 years was different in several respects.
The first difference was that I had never lost anyone so close to me. Both of my parents have passed as well as my only sibling, but as fate would have it my closest ‘relationships’ are not connect to me by blood. The second difference was that her death is the first of a friend who ‘just died’. Of course losing someone to an accident is similar in that they ‘just died’ as well. But the accident can be pointed to as the cause of death. But this is literally an example of here one moment and gone the next; a spotlight highlighting how brief (and unpredictable) our time is here on Earth.
I spoke to my friend the night before her passing. She talked about her plans for the future, and how a situation in her life was finally resolving itself. There was talk about possible vacation plans together. We laughed and dreamed like we had our whole lives in front of us. Little did I know that within 30 hours her life path here would be over, and she would take the next step on her spiritual path.
Her presence in my life will not be easily replaced. She had an infectious laugh and an almost child-like naivete about the future. Her optimism was not unfounded either. Things just seem to work out for her in far more many instances than not. She loved life. Loved learning and growing. She cheered on those around her to learn and grow and love as well.
In all the years I knew her, I never saw her cry. Sadness and heartbreak were a call to arms for her. When life threw a monkey wrench, she used the adversity to assemble her new life never looking back with regrets or sorrow. Her ease and grace could be maddening at times particularly to people like me who spend too much time in their heads. I don’t want to portray her as perfect, she wasn’t. But she knew she wasn’t perfect… and her gift was she didn’t expect anyone else to be perfect either.
She traveled the world as a recognized practitioner/teacher in Kundalini and energy healing. I would get pictures via email with her in Beijing, or London, or Toronto… wherever the demand was, she went to meet the opportunity. And, she did so with gleeful expectation and a light heart. A lesson I think all of us could learn from. In the end I recognize that my friend died just the way she lived; on her own terms. She was done, so she quietly slipped away for whatever the next adventure was that awaited her.
I write this not as a goodbye to Susan, but as a grateful acknowledgement to her presence and influence in my life.
I teach spirituality in a classroom, Susan walked her spiritual path everyday, lived it with every breath she took.
Until we meet again my friend ♥