I watched a movie the day after Dorothy died. Actors playing the part of dead people did not look dead. The true nature and feeling of death experienced the day before left little room for the make believe of Hollywood. Death is such a reality check, so final. I mean as long as it is not in the divine plan of the eternal God to bring you back to life. You are done with this part of eternity. Pass or fail it is over.
Dorothy Eddy, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, and within months of becoming a Great, Great Grandmother has left her mortal clay behind. The vet of World War Two and caregiver is gone.
My desire to create jewelry seems to have died with her. Dorothy’s last chapter in the book of her life is somewhere in the middle of my story, I hope. I am not ready to leave this mortal dream. I have come to know the person for which I have been looking. I want time with that person. I want the next chapter in my life to be how I bond with my wife. I have room in my life for what she will teach me. My relationship with her will now fill the time within the days to come that I have been spending making Jewelry with Dorothy.
My whole thought, my entire mind bending to ponder how to provide for a wife and family. Now that is a new chapter. Death and rebirth, I am going to make the most beautiful crown that humanity has the capacity to contemplate. I am going to be a husband and father. Without these relationships I will always feel incomplete: Comforted, yes, but completely whole, no. Only in this labor can men build an eternal crown of glory, for in this we endeavor to fulfill the true work and purpose of God.
