Tuesday of this week – Dec. 11, 2012 – marked the eighth anniversary of the sudden, accidental death of my dad, The Rev. Wendell Sedgwick, whose ministerial career was the reason I grew up in, and grew to love, and eventually (many years later; you can, if you choose, read many of my past posts in this blog for details) returned to Queensborough, Ont. I hesitated to mention the event, here and elsewhere; and as it turned out, others hesitated to mention it to me. My husband, Raymond, for instance, knew perfectly well what that day was, but since I didn’t mention it myself, he thought it best not to say anything about it to me. I called my mum that evening, as I do most nights, and we chatted about the events of both our days, and we did not mention it. Perhaps afraid. It is a hard, hard memory.
Time heals all, they say. Well, it doesn’t necessarily heal all, but it brings some healing balm. You learn that life goes on, and that is a very important lesson. One that Dad – or whoever your departed loved one is – would want you to know. Life does go on, because it has to. I like to think that Dad would be (and is) amused and amazed and ultimately pleased at the return to Queensborough of his eldest child and her husband – and so pleased at the kind and wonderful welcome they have received from the people – mostly new friends, some old – they have met there.
Life goes on, but we all pass away. Which is why I think a video of two of my heroes, Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash, is kind of nice to illustrate this post. Johnny and June were both near the end of their lives when this was filmed. Their commitment to each other, in this life and the next, is so obvious. I have this song on a record too (okay, a CD), and whenever I hear “And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout/and coming running through the shallow water reaching for your hand” I think of all the couples I know who were together for so many years, and then were separated by death. And who wait for that joyful reunion – on the far side banks of Jordan. Or wherever it may be.