My sister Patricia passed on early in December. It was a sad, sad, and beautiful day. I wasn't there when she passed, but her loving husband was. He told her that he loved her three times before she passed. He said he wasn't sure why he had to say it three times, but he did. Her loving family members were all camped out in her home and they woke to a new reality. They were in love and they were so loving to all that came to grieve. They kept her body there until late in the evening. It was a true wake. Not for days, but for a day. For as long as the government would let them wake her. Carl and I were there most of the day. We shared in their love and we gave love where we could. And then they had a bonfire and lit fireworks to celebrate her life and her death. My sisters and I sang with her body and rejoiced and cried. It was beautiful and heart-wrenching.
This is a link to Patty's favorite song:
Calling All Angels Link
As you see, I haven't been able to write much since then. I have written in my journal a few times, but not much more. I see things differently since she passed. I feel things stronger. I am more alive because I have been given the gift of life now...if only for a little while.
My parents celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary last night. (My sis would have been 64 this month.) They invited my little family to share a meal with them partly because we had given them a gift card and told them to invite us when they planned to use it. It was a lovely, peaceful time. And my other sis and her husband came to have dessert with us too.I love better. I love bigger.
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