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Take Me to Church

Posted on: September 13, 2022 | Posted by: Emma Pearson

Photos my own, taken at the Holy Trinity Anglican Church in Geneva, Switzerland

Yesterday, unusually, I went to church.

Twice.

And I spoke.

From the pulpit.

Yes – really.

I had been invited – some six or more months ago – to speak at the Holy Trinity Church in Geneva, an Anglican church. As often happens, the date moved, moved again, and finally we ended up with yesterday’s date, 11th September.

The invitation was that I speak about living with Grief, living with an awareness of our Mortality, the benefits of giving and/or volunteering, and also the Maison de Tara, the hospice I volunteer at.

All in around 10-15 mins.

Rather a tall ask, I felt. Yes, I love rattling on about each and every one of those topics, but I don’t like to be rushed. They are not rush-worthy topics. And I don’t like to talk at people. I’d rather engage people with questions, get reactions, etc. But not being very familiar with churches, I wasn’t sure how appropriate it would all be.

Some 10 days before my yesterday session, I wrote out my piece – it flowed out of my fingertips on to the screen.

My connecting thread was 9/11.

Yesterday was 11th September.

9/11 is still – as it should always be – a date to be remembered.

And 9/11 is the day my friend Don died, seven years ago now.

And three other close-in deaths came fast and furiously after Don’s.
The stage was set.

And then the Queen died. And the collective ground – not just in the UK, but all over the world – shuddered. Rugs were pulled from under millions’ of people’s feet. Not just those closest in to the Queen.

This is what happens with death. Any death. High profile or not.

Death disrupts. I know no bigger disruptor.

And so my plans were disrupted. As they should have been.

The Reverend called me on Saturday afternoon and kindly invited me to adapt my speech (actually – she called it a “sermon”), but also shorten it to 10 minutes because of additional things that needed to happen during the service.

Like a minute’s silence.

Like singing “God Save the King”.

Like singing some additional hymns.

9/11 came out of my speech sermon.

Don came out of my speech sermon.

It was hard to press “select and delete” over and over in the text. And rejig things to make sure that the flow, the messages, the points, were still coherent.

I felt pain as I deleted Don. Not only was I deleting him, and no longer able to say his name in a public place on such a crucial day, but I had to delete my own memories of the original 9/11 date – when I was at the tail end of my maternity leave, having recently had Megan.

But death disrupts. And so I had to adapt and adjust.

I spun around on my back foot. Adapted my text.

Then, as gracefully as possible in posh shoes and dress, clambered up the pulpit steps and delivered my sermon to a bigger-than-usual congregation.

It was a very moving experience.

I do like churches. I like the space, the quiet. I love the simplicity. And – when they are there – I love the light streaming through stained glass windows.

Here, in this teensy tiny little church in Geneva, currently wrapped up in building materials and scaffolding, is where we all congregated. I arrived early and wandered around. I found a small table with a photo of the Queen and a book of condolences.

I hesitated about whether or not to write something, then chose to. I wrote simply,

“I bow deeply before you.

With deep gratitude for your decades of service.

Go gently now.”

And I sobbed.

Such simple words. But they are very true for me. I do bow deeply to people – like the Queen, like Nelson Mandela, like Gorbachev – who (despite having their faults) – somehow upheld clean and high standards. Who had such commitment to being and doing their best – over and over – so much so that the world shifted – if only temporarily – into being a better place.

I am grateful I had this opportunity.

I am grateful that I heard some new stories of the Queen, and sang a couple of her favourite hymns.

I am grateful that I got to sing God Save the King.

And I am grateful that I got to play a tiny part, and witness the closing of a great chapter in British history, despite having left the UK almost 25 years ago.

Some coverage of the church’s service in the local press.

https://www.tdg.ch/leglise-anglicane-de-geneve-celebre-la-memoire-de-la-reine-elizabeth-724414650804

 

Categories: Child Loss, Widowed Memories, Widowed Anniversaries, Widowed Emotions, Widowed by Illness, Multiple Losses

About Emma Pearson

My life is a whirling mix of swishy strands, dark and glowing brightly, rough and silky smooth – all attempting to be seen, felt and integrated at once. Here are some of my themes.

I am British and now recently also French (because of Brexit), and I have lived in France for the past 21 years. I am 55 and sometimes feel to be an “older widow”, and yet I feel so young. I lost my best male friend Don to bowel cancer in September 2015, my brother Edward to glioblastoma in January 2016, my husband Mike to pancreatic cancer in April 2017, and my sweet youngest child, Julia, to grief-related suicide, in July 2019. And I met a new love (let’s call him Medjool, after my favourite kind of date), off one single meeting on a dating website. Our relationship has exploded into blossom as of June 2019.

I am widowed and I am in a new relationship. I have lost a best friend, a sweet brother, a beloved husband and a precious child, and I still have both parents who are alive and well. I live my days with my grief wrapped in love and my love wrapped in grief. I no longer even try to make sense of anything. I just hope to keep on loving and living for as long as I can, while grieving the losses of loves that are no longer breathing by my side.

I suspect my writing here will be a complex mish-mash of love and sorrow. I also write on http://www.widowingemptynests.com/.

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