This is Alicia one of Betty's friend's and a person who loved her and remembers her today, 8 years later. I was with Betty when she died and her last few days were not so easy. The day she died, two other friends were with her and one of them has also passed over since then. Time is precious indeed.
The Thursday morning before she died (which as I remember was a Monday) we had been up all night, her body was restless and uncomfortable. As the dawn hit the tree outside of her bedroom window, she stopped and saw how its light gleamed and shimmered on the tree. And she remarked: This is so beautiful, I wish I had spent more time seeing these things" And that morning she did "see" what is precious and simple and here in our lives everyday.
As I remember her and her courage (and the struggle) at the end of her life, I remember what is precious and what is still here for us, those still living, today.
May we feel what is simple yet exquisite and available to us today.
There was some Meshuggeneh at the end of her life and whatever disruptions they caused, I hope that balance is regained for all involved. Two years or so after Betty died, Bodhi her amazing cat, who I knew since he came to live with her as a sickly kitten, he thrived with her and finally, he came to live with me. With us- my husband and I- he had an amazing life till he died of old age. He was very precious to us as himself, and as one who was beloved by his "mom" Betty. I hope if consciousness remembers its specific lifetimes, I hope they are together in love and with all the clear nurturing presence of Life itself. I miss both of them.