April 13, 2008 and April 13, 2018
April 13, 2008 was a Sunday. Early that morning Ki took her own life and rebirthed into a new existence, new for each of her Friends on that day. Once we got through our mourning periods, she was there if we were open. If we weren't, she waited.
April 13, 2018 is a Friday, two days from now. This is your co-Mod Brad / Silverplate88 posting, I won't be in a place where I can get online this coming Friday, don't have any internet at home. So I'm doing this remembrance early.
It's ironic that I have been in a hospital for the past four days now --- this week of ALL weeks --- when Ki hates hospitals. She is giving me lots of object lessons why. Once I got unplugged from all the microbial chemicals they were pumping into my veins and arteries, I immediately started feeling better. Exhausted, but better. LOTS better.
I left AMA too -- Against Medical Advice -- just as Ki's Dad once pulled her out of Eitanim, her inpatient psych hospital in Jan 2004.
But here's really what Ki and I and Otter want to share.
Ki and I wrote a poem right there in my first-grade class in Washington State, USA, (where I'm a volunteer teacher) a couple weeks ago. It's in our book. It's based on artwork by Jan Wisse, you can Google him if you want, he's an artist based in Amsterdam. Where Ki and I both visited... in 2007 and 2008.
my eyes hollow our face with pain...
close your hand into mine again still
and i will kiss your tears with my palms;
our love
always reaches to this measureless depth
and i will rescue you,
so may i ever shelter you together into my heart,
where our tears soar away,
iced with fire,
tracking their high trails across all our vapoured years
What Ki wants you to know is that she does not count years anymore and it does not matter, she is as close to you as you will let her be, in any way you will, and all the ways you need her... her pain is gone these ten years and always, and her love for each of us is permanent.
Blessings Be.
April 13, 2018 is a Friday, two days from now. This is your co-Mod Brad / Silverplate88 posting, I won't be in a place where I can get online this coming Friday, don't have any internet at home. So I'm doing this remembrance early.
It's ironic that I have been in a hospital for the past four days now --- this week of ALL weeks --- when Ki hates hospitals. She is giving me lots of object lessons why. Once I got unplugged from all the microbial chemicals they were pumping into my veins and arteries, I immediately started feeling better. Exhausted, but better. LOTS better.
I left AMA too -- Against Medical Advice -- just as Ki's Dad once pulled her out of Eitanim, her inpatient psych hospital in Jan 2004.
But here's really what Ki and I and Otter want to share.
Ki and I wrote a poem right there in my first-grade class in Washington State, USA, (where I'm a volunteer teacher) a couple weeks ago. It's in our book. It's based on artwork by Jan Wisse, you can Google him if you want, he's an artist based in Amsterdam. Where Ki and I both visited... in 2007 and 2008.
my eyes hollow our face with pain...
close your hand into mine again still
and i will kiss your tears with my palms;
our love
always reaches to this measureless depth
and i will rescue you,
so may i ever shelter you together into my heart,
where our tears soar away,
iced with fire,
tracking their high trails across all our vapoured years
What Ki wants you to know is that she does not count years anymore and it does not matter, she is as close to you as you will let her be, in any way you will, and all the ways you need her... her pain is gone these ten years and always, and her love for each of us is permanent.
Blessings Be.