Seeking more diversion, Tuffy Boy came prrllltt!'ing to me wanting a treat. He got 3 Pounce goodies then started gagging. I know he's winding up for a whopping furball upchuck soon so I was trying to comfort him. He's in here now meowing softly, wanting more loving from his Mama. He will try and talk me into letting him outside, but it's about 5 degrees so he'll have to wait. But I wish the darkness wasn't over with yet because, gosh, I'm still so sleepy. I don't have to be to work until I choose today since the doc is not in. I want to curl up in a ball under my flannel sheets and quilt and soft velour-ish blankie and get a few more peaceful slumbers in.
You may wonder how this all relates to the photo of my brother, Dana, I've posted here. Well, I can say that there isn't one day that's gone by that I haven't thought of him, esp when it's early in the morning, or late at night, or midday, hard to say when the thoughts and memories crop up. I can say that the 1-1/2 yr mark passed by this month without me thinking about it, a good 8 days went by before I put that "anniv" in my thoughts. That was the 1st month since Aug 2006 that I didn't go, "well, my brother's been dead for *** months now" so it was a landmark moment, I guess, that it slipped by me. I guess that's as it should be. To keep letting go and letting go. I've read and strongly believe that "energy cannot die, it just changes form" and when I think of Dana or see photos or look around this childhood home I still live in and imagine him here or there, I catch a glimpse of the little silver trinket box sitting on the window sill, next to the little garden gnome with a suitcase in his hand, representing my brother to me (since he loved those gnomes) and the small amount of his ashes in the silver box. A friend from across the country sent me some awesome agates and fossils from the coastline of Oregon and I put them all on that same window ledge to let the sunshine activate their energies. It is because of my brother and her brother that we became acquainted, both having died a short time ago (regardless of what others might deem "a short time"). I could get all convoluted here, since I don't seem to be spitting out what I'm trying to get at here very well, but for now I will just say: He ain't heavy, he's my brother ... and I bear whatever load I've taken on for myself, the weight of grief that never quite goes away, the burden of regret, the motherlode of memories, some harsh, but so many more than I ever realized good and loving and positive. And when I'm able, I help to share the weight of others' grief so as to help dissipate it into the ethers ... give it a resting place of its own, a well deserved resting place. And with that thought, I am going back to bed. My dream catcher with the tiny hematite animal fetishes, quartz crystal and curly striped feathers await me...ready to catch something that might be just too heavy for me to bear. Or perhaps giggle at a truly frothy fun dream that lightens my load. Heavy sigh................ xoxo
2 comments:
I'm sorry for your grief. I know it's good and bad. I will miss him too, calling me " kid " or "jeffmo". He was my best friend for a long time until I met you.
I LOVE YOU!
I think of all the times I carried my baby brother, heavy in my arms, always fearful of popping that soft spot on his head. And now, so many years later, I carry him, heavier still with so much more life lived and me that much more tired. But how can I ever set him down. I can't imagine.
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