Today my mother passed away at 3pm. My sister was at her side with her as she drew her last breath. Though I mourn and will miss her terribly, I take great comfort that she is with God and that awful cancer is left behind. Praise God!
But tonight I celebrate. Death is but a doorway to heaven. To the Upperworld. Mom has joined the rest of my ancestors and will continue to be a guiding force in my life, as she has always been. Tonight I celebrate her crossing the veil. It is a Rite of Passage for her. My candles are lit inside and my lanterns are lit outside. I play joyous music and give thanks and praise.
Today I kissed her lifeless body farewell but I also looked skyward in prayer and love. In time I will go through the doorway of death and on the other side she will be waiting for me.
Mom had also really approved of my druidry once she learned more about it.
Farewell, Mom. I love you!
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" Gone from My Sight "
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
~Henry Van Dyke