In January, two of my dearest friends passed away. I felt a pain that, fortunately, I don't often feel, and I decided to pay attention to the sadness and pain this time.
I had prints made at the HEMA of beautiful photos I had of them and asked a friend if she wanted to make a lovely print. I bought frames and set up a spot on the table in my living room, where I put flowers and a light with each photo. Every day, I set the clock and sat with my friends for a different time. I talked to the pictures, wrote in a notebook, cried, or just looked at their picture and thought how is this possible, how is this possible?
I had decided to do this for forty days.
Why forty days?
In certain religions, the forty days represent the time it can take a deceased person to pass to the new dimension, and I thought it would be good and beautiful to guide my friends in this way.
Every day I lit the candles, arranged the flowers, lit my scented lamp from Maison Berger that one friend had introduced me to. Her forty days ended on the third of March, but I continued until the other friend's forty days were over, which was on the eleventh of March.
These forty days were a profound experience; they comforted and enriched me.
Profound written!