Death is a teacher. It teaches us that life in these bodies is temporary. It reminds us that our spirit is permanent. It teaches us that each moment is precious and the next one is not guaranteed. My friend said in a post yesterday to never forget to tell your loved ones, when you part from them. that you love them, because you may never have the chance again.
In Romeo and Juliet the song says, "A rose will bloom, and then will fade, so does a youth, so does the fairest maid." I am sad, both for the loss of my friend, and for the pain his wife, my friend, is experiencing. It feels like part of our souls have been ripped away leaving a black hole that we could crawl into and never come back. Yet, last night when I stood outside with my puppy and observed the wind in the trees and the stars twinkling above, I felt his presence. I knew he was part of all that is.
I love the poem, Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Buzz Atkins is part of the wind and snow and stars. He is part of the grasses and flowers. My prayer is for his wife, Rain, to be comforted as she experiences him in all of nature around her.