It’s been a long time since I’ve visited my mother at the cemetery. I never felt the need, since she is so much a part of me, but it’s been on my mind lately, especially since this is the month of her passing, and I always forget the exact date she left us. Perhaps the exact date is not relevant. It is the remembering of her and the feeling of connecting with her through my writing and thoughts—through my life that is relevant.
This is also the month that will mark a year that my dearly beloved passed to the other realm, and I must say that when he took his leave—as time went on—it was as though he and my mother became one and that there was a peace that I cannot describe. I know that they are in good hands, better hands than is possible here for them in this earthly realm. I often speak to them about different things and I also see them in my mind’s eye sitting together, having tea, talking, and looking down upon me and grandmother there in her rocking chair. Together, they guide and sustain me. They are my fire—deep spirit internalized—completion.
My beloved, though, is my strongest driving spiritual force in all of my endeavors since his passing. It is my mother and grandmother that offer a sense of balance, since they have been with me in spirit for so long now. Until I join them all, I carry them with me always with love and care.
Rest In Peace ~ Descanse en Paz.