SILVER LINING

‘Pieta’ by Michelangelo

Short Story

WHAT IS THIS MYSTERY BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH?

CAN YOU RECALL SUCH INEVITABLE MOMENT WHERE YOU WERE THRUST IN ANGUISH THAT CHURNED YOUR STOMACH UPSIDE DOWN, YET THROUGH IT ALL, YOU CAME OUT VICTORIOUS?

CONTEMPLATING MICHELANGELO’S ‘PIETA’ BRINGS FORTH THIS TELLING STORY BEARING MARY’S LOVING ACCEPTANCE OF HER SON’S DEATH FOR OUR REDEMPTION.

LOSING MY MOTHER WAS HEART-WRENCHING AND DISPOSING OF HER ESTATE WAS EQUALLY UNBEARABLE, TAKING THREE WEEKS OF SORTING 60 YEARS OF MEMORIES.  I BEGAN WITH HER BEDROOM, DRAWING OPEN THOSE GORGEOUS ROSE BROCADE DRAPES BEHIND THE HEADBOARD…I HAD NEVER SEEN THEM OPEN — LO AND BEHOLD ON THE WINDOWSILL WAS A GLISTENING PORCELAIN ‘PIETA.’  RECALLING ALL OF MOTHER’S TRAGEDIES, INSTANTLY, I GAINED GREAT COMFORT TO SEE THAT MARY’S ‘PIETA’ HAD BEEN PRESENT HER ENTIRE LIFE.

MOVING FROM ROOM TO ROOM, FROM DRAWERS TO CLOSETS, I DISCOVERED MY SCHOOL REPORT CARDS, LOVE NOTES I HAD WRITTEN HER, EVEN MY INTERNATIONAL COLLECTION OF DOLLS AND SO MUCH MORE.  YOU SEE, MOTHER WAS VERY PRIVATE WITH HER THOUGHTS, BUT WHILE MY STOMACH WAS CHURNING WITH GRIEF, SHE HAD LEFT ME MANY TREASURE TRAILS OF HER LOVE FOR ME.

MOTHER’S ‘PIETA’ NOW GRACES MY BEDROOM WINDOW LEDGE, AND BEFORE I FALL ASLEEP, I CARESS HER WITH FOND RECOLLECTION OF MY DEAR MAMAN DENYSE.  THIS PORCELAIN WONDER WILL BE PASSED ALONG TO CHRISTOPHER, MY SON, FOR HIS MOMENT OF MYSTERY BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.

THANKS TO MICHELANGELO’S MAGNIFICENT SCULPTURE, MARY’S ‘PIETA’ WILL ACCOMPANY EACH OF US AT OUR JUNCTURE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.

LIKE MOTHER ANGELICA ONCE SAID, “BUTTERFLIES IN THE STOMACH DON’T HURT, JUST DON’T LET THEM GO TO THE HEAD.”

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