The other day I visited a friend whose adult son is receiving intense medical treatment for bipolar disorder. I like him. We met several times over the years. He asked me where I had been, he hadn’t seen me in a while. I told him about the cancer. He asked how Steve is. I replied that Steve passed away and told him the story. He asked when it was. I answered that it happened 15 months ago. He responded with, “Oh, that is quite a long time ago”.
To return to this place where Steve and I had lived has been hard. Sad, joyous, lonely, pointless, exciting. There are some high moments in the deep valleys. Great joy, deepest pain. Overcoming dualities. After I left in a frantic haste following my breast cancer diagnosis, Steve had packed up all my belongings, indeed our entire place, before coming to California to be with me for the cancer treatment.
“Change is not the Only Constant in Life”. They say that the only constant in life is change. I disagree. There is another constant in life: the vibration of our very Being, of who we truly are. It is there until our very last breath, and I suspect even beyond.