Today is a sacred day. The cycle of birth and death. My morning began when I woke from a dream by the phone ringing. I answered it without checking the caller ID that all phones seem to have. My father in laws voice told me that my husband had lost a woman who helped raise him into the man he is today, my beloved. His dear sweet Grandmother had passed away. I am happy I went over there to tell her thank you and what a good job she did with him. He has fond memories of her homemade candy and sleeping in the pear tree or "catching fish" in the canal behind her house. Of brotherly love of fighting downstairs in their room with the evidence still there. She meets with her man and her daughters and son that have already crossed over. God Bless her soul.
I woke my kids to get up for the day. My son was the only one who responded. Alex and I went alone and he drove me (with his new learners permit) to the cemetery. Today, I lay Steve to rest. We held a graveside service. A hawk screeched and screeched and screeched, demanding my attention. That is the sign of a visit from God, it is good medicine. It reminds me to be open to Heavens winds of change. I am grateful. The Pearly gates are wide open today! As the service began, a golden dragonfly landed on the corner of his picture. It sat there a long time. Dragonfly is the essence of the winds of change, the messages of wisdom and enlightenment in a book I read. Another sign from above. I pour out my heart when it was my turn to speak, my tissues disintegrating into nothing. His brother knelt before his grave and dedicated his grave to be holy ground. After, a lone bagpiper played "Amazing Grace" in his full kilt as a nod to his ancestry sending chills up my spine was a fitting close. I consecrated the grave with my tears as buried him with my own hands.
I feel orphaned. To see his friends of the past brought a smile to my face. They promised to always be my fan club.
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