Yesterday’s post brought some interesting opinions about support. A couple of people thought I was referring to myself and the grieving process of losing my brother. I do appreciate the support and compassion offered to me. The post was a general post and no reflection on any of that. After stating that I was at peace, guilt trickled over me. I wondered if something was wrong with me for feeling at peace. We all know that grieving processes are different for everyone. I still have moments of sadness, but overall I am at complete peace that my brother is not suffering and has entered a place of comfort. Remember how I wrote about finding peace after his death, how I had searched for a literal peace sign or signs of peace and didn’t find them though I felt at peace? Any way, while I was sitting there questioning my own process and perspective, I sort of shook my head and decided to just move on…meaning forget it for the time being and check my email.
There was only one email in my box. When I opened it, this photo stared me in the face. It was from a writing blog to which I am subscribed, and it sends out a week of posts at a time.
This photo did not have a source attached, but here is the site that sent it to me. http://www.writingthroughlife.com/a-weeks-worth-of-journaling-prompts-war-and-peace Note *Credit Image: Jayel Aheram
Here I was staring at this soldier with a peace sign drawn on his palm. It slapped me right across the face. The analogy never occurred to me before then. This soldier, in a war torn country, was fighting for peace. My brother had done the same. He fought the battle of his life in a war against cancer. He found peace. Yes, it was at the expense of physical death. I can’t give you personal knowledge of this place he has entered, but if you read that piece I wrote on peace, you know I have reconciled with the struggle I had with losing him.
People wage wars every day. We have been attacked on our own soil and have traveled to other countries to fight. Conflicts exist in our own backyards, within our families, churches, and community. We engage in our own internal and spiritual wars. We are often confused and struggle to sort things out. The war ends when we find peace.
What about the photo or the timing of it? Coincidence? Maybe. A sign from my brother? Perhaps. Does it really matter which it is? No, I am at peace…