After a day of tremendous healing, how does one even begin to comprehend the horrendous and violent death of a loved one? The death of someone who you've just seen less than a month ago? Whose presence you've come to enjoy and admire for being distinct and genuine consistently without fail. Whose home will forever be shrouded in their ghost, as you expect to see them walk in every time you turn your head. I don't know how I'm dealing, I just am. I'm breathing, thinking, feeling and fearing sleep.
I demand that Mother Goddess, her archetypes and angels tend to this family now and be there to aid them in this shock, this ripping of their hearts and souls. That She aids them and applies the salve to these emotional, mental, physical and spiritual wounds. That somehow, while different, that things will be righted once more. To this loved one, I ask that you sends your energy and love to the ones you left behind. They will forever love and miss you, make sure they know that you're always around, that while you are no longer in physical body, that your spirit and energy is infinite and as distinct and genuine as it was on this earthly plane.
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starts that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still in each new dawn.
A Native American Prayer
Photo: "Color of my Dawn" - Christopher Wyatt
For Frank...
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