Upon the passing of a dear friend Lisa Kalison, a celebration-of-life service brought forth her husband Attila Tota, who delivered the most exquisite and transparent delivery of love. One memory stood out to me, as did the last words of a particular story. It sounded so poetic.
She would not let you leave the house so fast
No, that just would not do
An emotion and an experience that was meant to last
A kiss from you to her … and her to you
She’d appeal to you as you took your leave
In a ritual so precious, so rich, so full
A chance to give, a chance to receive
After each kiss: “Goodbye handsome” … “Goodbye beautiful”
Such a custom came from a soul so pure
Not a demand, really, at all
She just wanted to make 100 percent sure
From the front door porch, she would call
You would of course grant her this wish
And return to her in a graceful deed
A kiss neither of you would want to miss
Fulfilling the sentiments of a sacred need
A gesture bringing closer the energy, the life
Mind to mind, lips to lips, eye to eye
The dance of unity, a husband and wife
A parting farewell, a beautiful goodbye
Now, since time has passed, and we have all lost our friend
The rituals turn to something more surreal
Signaling neither the beginning, nor even the end
We embrace a timeless world so real
We’ve had to deal with the parting and the pain
Allowing grief and sadness to have its say
An experience for you, we could never really name
Providing a path for the truth, the life and the way
Seeing the curtain come down one last time
For souls recognizing that which remains full
Reminding us of a reality beyond the borderline
In an everlasting kiss: “Goodbye handsome” … “Goodbye beautiful”
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