A View from the Further Shore
A View from the Farther Shore on the passing of my sister Pat Potts, on 8-20-25
An invitation was received from the farther shore: how the loss of my sister Pat is changing me from the inside out, as I walk the grieving path, the “valley of the shadow of death,” leading into the higher light.
The sharp pain of separation, missing her physical presence: her undergirding presence my entire life, the large and small ways she influenced who I am. Missing that essential, quiet support that has always been there, regardless of occasional differences. She was not as much an appreciator of differences, as she was a champion of people’s strengths, her constant focus.
Reaching acceptance that the waves of missing her will come and go as waves in the ocean, washing over me and then receding again and again…resisting the purifying fire of grief less and welcoming it more, knowing the process is perfect though different for each of us.
Blessing memories as they also come and go: sad moments, painful moments, teaching moments, joyful moments, moments that reach deep into the heart and spirit of which I am made. She was a blessing to the whole family, a significant part of the net of love that sustains us all. From babies through adulthood, she tenderly, patiently shepherded her sisters, encouraging us to keep moving toward our dreams, to becoming our stronger selves, and modeling how it is done. I no longer deny that although you are a part of me, that you are indeed “gone to the further shore,“ and I will no longer see you on this shore. I am acknowledging my heart is deeply broken, but I am healing, however it looks in any moment, however long it takes. Taking time apart when needed is a sacred allowance for those who grieve.
I am releasing any regrets still pulling at the guilt strings of my heart or ego mind. Applying forgiveness and acceptance is a holy balm to my spirit, knowing finally and always we each did the best we could to love at any “given” time. Time is a gift. Where there were gaps or unfulfilled hopes, underneath it all was love, gently woven into the fabric of our lives together.
There is a gradual dawning of soul awareness that though we are physically separated, we are still deeply connected, aware the love will continue on between us, and aware of the simple gifts exchanged that are lasting. I am hearing whisperings of continued communication with my sister, and aware there is no true barrier, only a thin veil between us now. Love has no boundaries!
There is a growing sense of gratitude, slowly seeping in after the washing of the heart with tears and the releasing of regrets. A purity of our hearts is revealed that transcends any perceived failures or missed givings. Wisdom and lessons I’ve learned from her will continue to teach me as I walk on. We are witness to Pat’s true spirit and soul and the exquisite wholeness of her journey through life. A reassuring dream comes, tenderness and a loving glow from her presence. I feel her peacefulness and joy in releasing this lifetime with a sense of harmony and completion.
Dearest Pat, the beauty of your life and spirit will be a guiding light as I travel on and until we meet again on the other side. I send you my unconditional love and gratitude, beautiful sister and everlasting friend. Gifts given, gifts received.
Sophia
9-27-2025