Sweet dusty-bones

By sweetdustybones

Of Life, Death and Time Passing

Click the thumbnail below-right for my one-year-ago today. I could copy and paste it and say exactly the same again. This time last year, a good friend lost her little sister to cancer. Just two days ago, someone else close to us lost their life to the same cruel disease, far far far too early. So fragile, this thing called life. So rich and so deep - so much meaning but sometimes so little sense. I felt very wrong blipping yesterday and the day before without mentioning the passing of such a great, courageous and inspirational character, but husband thought it was maybe too soon - that I should give it a few days to make sure that all the people who should know, knew. So, today I want to make it all about him. A small tribute to a beautiful life, a person who has brought so so much joy and laughter to someone so very close. And to all of his (and our) family, who are hurting. We don't know what to say - we're just praying that you all will be surrounded by love and grace and warmth as you grieve.

A small note to the future generations of our family, if you ever happen to be reading this journal in many years ahead: I want you to know what a big part of our family this person had become - how much joy and blessing he brought, how perfect a match he was and how well he seemed to 'fit', bringing so much laughter and love to one particular member of the family (and to us all). Please know that, although not a blood relation, he impacted the family deeply and set an example of courage, strength, positivity and determination that hopefully all of us will learn from and pass on to you. He may have gone, but I hope that you will hear stories of his hilarious sense of humour and ability to lift up the atmosphere in the room. If you haven't heard the stories, dear grand/great grandchildren - ask your Nana/Granddad/Great Aunt - If I'm anything like my old Nana when I'm old and grey, I'll be more than happy to give you all the details 20 times over!

It doesn't make sense, it never does. It hurts, and our thoughts are with those who are aching. Peace be with you. Shalom. Love x x x x x x x x x

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