“For years and years, I thought that peace was the absence of chaos. What I’ve kind of learned in the last year – that was a white-hot mess of chaos – is that it is not. It’s not the absence of chaos. It is walking into the storm knowing that’s what you’re walking into, but that you are going to come through it, so you walk into it anyway because you don’t have a choice and it will be OK. That’s what I’ve decided, at this point in my life, peace is.” – Mary Gover of Huntsville, with her dog Pebble.
Last year proved difficult for Gover with her mother, who is in her late 80s, having to move to assisted living, and finding out her dog has degenerative myelopathy and lymphoma. What keeps her going?
“In a word, it would be hope. In a phrase, it would be: ‘Stay the course. You will pass through it.’ All these things are natural passages. There is no good way, so far as I can tell, to pass from this world to the next. The passage stinks. I don’t care how you go at it. I’m watching a person and an animal, both of whom are very important to me and probably the things in this world that I love the most, making a passage at the same time. Hence the idea of stay the course and walking into the storm when you know, with hope and peace, you will come out the other side of that passage. They’ll come out the other side of that passage; you just won’t come out in the same place.”