Death where are you?
I walk my path
Enjoying each step
Not knowing,
Yet anticipating
A path of love,
A path of family.
I walk my path
Purposely not afraid,
Yet expectful.
A path of love
A path of family.
I have seen you
I know you!
You are the veil
Between loved ones.
It is a fine and thin
Veil of existence.
I walk my path patiently.
Death, where are you?
Originally written: November 30, 2002
My grandmother visited my mother immediately after her death to wave good-bye from outside of the kitchen window as my mother ironed cloths in the evening. I have friends and aunts who have felt the presence and believe they had communication after their spouse had died. Yet, I know it is improbable to expect direct communications with any deceased person. I wonder what is the mystery permitting some to be visible through the opaque veil between life and death.
One of these days, each one of us will have that special stamp in our visa, telling us that we have made the final crossing for this trip. There are still Some certainties in this life, and I’m okay with that. So far I have received no messages from my loved ones. I trust all is well with you, my friend.