I only knew love of father and brother, they were my world, they died of huntington's disease, I too, had too many near death experiences, I know where they are, and just how beautiful,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I believe that there is a huge book in the sky, in it it says a name date of birth and date of death, and nothing and no one can prevent that.
I had witness many a murder, and as tiny as I was, I said a prayer for each one of the good souls that wound up in the wrong area at the wrong time.
I just found out today, that a dear friend had passed away, in calling a different state where we grew up, ny, now in nc, to tell others of his passing, I found out another dear friend past two years ago.
Lisa, Lars who passed today, was guilt ridden over petty arguments they had, Lisa knows my abuse of the past and some of the abusers, (satanic cult foster care), I told her that Lars is in his mothers arms right now, and that no matter what "we" think we could have done, God chose to take our loved ones for his own reasons.
I believe when I am overwrought with anguish, that in a way I am not letting my loved ones experience all the joy on the other side, because they are mourning my sadness.
I would go to my fathers gravesite, with a pack of marlboros two cups of coffee and sit and cry,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i usually would bring a small stuffed animal of a cool color, as he was a race car driver, and tell him that that color was the in thing, I would make sure to laugh at stuff before i left, as if he were right there.
Next, my brother was at the same plot.
Well crushed yes, but this time when i visited it was with a pack of marlboros two cups of coffee and one heineken.
Dad got his coffee and smokes first at the head of the stone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and I would slowly let my brother have sips way down at the feet.
I would tell him don't you dare get any of that beer in Diddy's coffee, boy.
Again leaving the cemetary, bleary eyed but laughing at what life was doing at the moment.
I know I will see them again, I have no doubt. It just hurts that the ones that filled our hearts the most, are the ones that can leave.
Today, besides two deaths, one a year ago, and I will have to write the obit as usual, I have been deemed the writer in too many worlds, my ferret is missing and possible inside the walls of the apt. complex, which thankfully is only two stories and five across.
and have told others to look out for her.
I hope anything I've said helps you, I am an indian shaman, but it seems I was put here to bury, and I want to quit the job, but can't find the boss.............errrrrrrrrr
blessings,,,
Donna-Lynne aka White Wolf