docileyieldingobedientlovingsoul:
@on-to-better-days Thank you for allowing us to be a part of this and letting us share this day with you in rememberance of your L.
Good Morning,
144 has told me we will not be alone when L is set free today. [L is the initial of submissive seeking’s given name and my pet name for her.]
Thank you for remembering and honoring her this way.
Thank you for picking up my slack and giving her the sunset she missed.
I sit here with her reluctant to do my duty. In truth, I am not ready to let her go. But then again, I’ve never been keen to see her go into the deep woods alone. My beautiful L is a free spirit and it would be repugnant to keep her sealed up in this urn. She would feel suffocated and trapped if I do not do as I promised.
L joked this is her way of making sure I leave the house and see that life goes on as the fire zone once again becomes a flourishing forest. She has ways of getting people out onto to the trails.
I do not want this day. But, I will do my duty because I must; honor and love demand it.
I take some comfort in knowing L will not be alone on the trail today. She will be with all of you.
Thank you,
Her husband, B
Dear sweet mother of pearl, what an awesome human being. The ancient Greeks said that contrary to our habits today is always a good day to be born and today is always a good day to die.
I try to remember this when someone passes away. With some it’s a lot harder than for others.
The Old Greeks, maybe just the Spartans, I dunno, believed there were only two kinds of immortality. Progeny, which is to live on in flesh and blood, and ideas and action, which is to live on in words and memory.
We can bitterly mourn the loss of flesh and blood while cherishing memory of our mentor’s words and deeds.
Where there’s life there’s always hope. But loss of life isn’t the loss of hope. When we see how hard someone fights to live, and lives graciously even as her fight was lost, it reminds us that there’s more ways to be on this big blue marble than nope and mope.
Thanks, L, for everything. I’m not crying, we’re crying.
