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Death is so easy for me to deal with. My philosophies on death and life have been enacted twice now in the last few months and both times I found myself actually happy that the person had died. I'm happy because this chapter in the existence of their soul is over and the new one can now begin. I'm sad that I will not be able to talk or interact with them ever again in the ways that we were accustomed to, but I'm not stunned by grief. Life is a journey and not all of that journey plays out on this planet, in our world. That's what I believe, and I'm more sure of it now than ever before.
I miss you, pretty Icarus. But I know that now you fly, actually fly, in a summerland aerie with with perfect winds and perfect branches to land on. You were happy living with Sarah and I, and I know you're happy now.
It was hard, but almost perfect to bury you on Christmas Day. Christmas Day has always seemed to be a day of balance between opposites. Happiness and sadness. Community and lonliness. Desire and satisfaction. Joy and anger. All of these feelings and emotions well and boil inside us as we open presents, visit with family members, give gifts, eat drink and talk. I've always been alternately raring to go and ready for bed the whole day. So, the celebration of your life and the placing of your body in its final resting place, both on Christmas Day, seemed a fitting climax to the movie of your life.
Merry Part, and blessed Be, little bird.
I miss you, pretty Icarus. But I know that now you fly, actually fly, in a summerland aerie with with perfect winds and perfect branches to land on. You were happy living with Sarah and I, and I know you're happy now.
It was hard, but almost perfect to bury you on Christmas Day. Christmas Day has always seemed to be a day of balance between opposites. Happiness and sadness. Community and lonliness. Desire and satisfaction. Joy and anger. All of these feelings and emotions well and boil inside us as we open presents, visit with family members, give gifts, eat drink and talk. I've always been alternately raring to go and ready for bed the whole day. So, the celebration of your life and the placing of your body in its final resting place, both on Christmas Day, seemed a fitting climax to the movie of your life.
Merry Part, and blessed Be, little bird.