Barclay here —
When our father passed away in 2004 at the age of 95, my brother Charlie wrote an essay entitled, Love Love Love .
During our father’s final days, conversation was difficult. Charlie recounts,
Two weeks before he died, Dad and I had the following
exchange. I said: “I really love you, Daddy.” He said: “Don’t make
me cry.” Neither of us cried. We held hands. “You know, Dad, when
you get to the other side, there might be lots of questions. I hear
that it’s a good idea to say the word ‘love’ a lot.” He squeezed my
hand three times and said:
“Love. Love. Love.”
This holiday, may we go out of our way to squeeze each other’s hands. May Love, Love Love pervade our homes, our hearts, our whole beings, as we spend time with family, give and receive offerings, and perhaps honor that empty chair of a loved one passed.
And may this same Love Love Love carry us all into 2020!
This is our wish for you and yours.
Love, Joy and Barclay