Tonight we went to the beach to watch John's brother's ashes be scattered at sea by plane. It was such a beautiful experience.
The sun was setting behind the islands, the sky was clear, there were over 50 people all standing in silence at the shores edge as the plane flew by and made a complete circle around us then came back around and we watched from the shore as his ashes were released into the air like a stream of smoke that fell to the sea.
We all watched as the plan returned, tipped its' wings and dropped what looked like hundreds of butterflies falling from the sky. After a few moments, rose petals began to wash up on the shore as the sun turned a brilliant shade of red. Family and friends gathered rose petals for keepsakes. One last memory.
It was a wonderful night for his last flight.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Observations on Death
Each life is unique and each death is unique and all the self-help books that line the shelves make for good door stops and coasters. So saith me.
Christians who state "he's happy now" whilst smiling, in a chipper voice, in front of a roomful of mourners should be cited for bad manners or shot on site based upon their proximity to the greiving widow. So saith me, Goddess of the Yarn Room and all that is Good. Can you tell I miss my Knitster Sisters?
It's always the same thing, "they're happy now", "they are in a better place," (apparently Heaven is just a skosh past Disneyland) or "they are with God". It isn't comforting and what's worse is it isn't even profound!
And I can Rant on this issue (I rant therefore I am) because A: it's my blog and 2: I have had my own experience with these delusional Christians. After I had lost a child whilst being hugged by a bible thumper who was allegedly comforting me whispered in my ear, "God needed an angel." But wait, isn't he the guy that can make his own? Not only was it not comforting, but it pissed me off and God and I haven't spoken ever since. If it's such a great place, shouldn't they be dying to get it? I do love a good pun.
Christ said, "He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life shall keep unto life eternal." You never hear that one in a roomful of mourners.
And I have yet to hear Plotinus quoted and he wrote great stuff.
"For a superior soul, the stars are not only prognostics, but the soul is part of and evolves internally along with the All, in which it participates."
Now, it may not be profound, but at least it serves as a pleasant distraction.
And speaking of pleasant distractions, Elmo called, twice. We spoke for 15 minutes where he spun my head with ipso-facto-habeous-corpus jargon and that he thinks he might be getting out in ten months and then he called again and he and John spoke for another 15 minutes. From what I can gather he finally got a lawyer to listen to his argument who then sent in another lawyer with students to listen to his argument and they are convinced he can't lose.
Whether he gets out or not is yet to be seen, but it was great to see John smile again. Elmo always seems to call whenever we are at our lowest and from behind those prison walls he somehow manages to raise us back up again.
Christians who state "he's happy now" whilst smiling, in a chipper voice, in front of a roomful of mourners should be cited for bad manners or shot on site based upon their proximity to the greiving widow. So saith me, Goddess of the Yarn Room and all that is Good. Can you tell I miss my Knitster Sisters?
It's always the same thing, "they're happy now", "they are in a better place," (apparently Heaven is just a skosh past Disneyland) or "they are with God". It isn't comforting and what's worse is it isn't even profound!
And I can Rant on this issue (I rant therefore I am) because A: it's my blog and 2: I have had my own experience with these delusional Christians. After I had lost a child whilst being hugged by a bible thumper who was allegedly comforting me whispered in my ear, "God needed an angel." But wait, isn't he the guy that can make his own? Not only was it not comforting, but it pissed me off and God and I haven't spoken ever since. If it's such a great place, shouldn't they be dying to get it? I do love a good pun.
Christ said, "He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life shall keep unto life eternal." You never hear that one in a roomful of mourners.
And I have yet to hear Plotinus quoted and he wrote great stuff.
"For a superior soul, the stars are not only prognostics, but the soul is part of and evolves internally along with the All, in which it participates."
Now, it may not be profound, but at least it serves as a pleasant distraction.
And speaking of pleasant distractions, Elmo called, twice. We spoke for 15 minutes where he spun my head with ipso-facto-habeous-corpus jargon and that he thinks he might be getting out in ten months and then he called again and he and John spoke for another 15 minutes. From what I can gather he finally got a lawyer to listen to his argument who then sent in another lawyer with students to listen to his argument and they are convinced he can't lose.
Whether he gets out or not is yet to be seen, but it was great to see John smile again. Elmo always seems to call whenever we are at our lowest and from behind those prison walls he somehow manages to raise us back up again.
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