tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873393837725772745.post8069483223326766688..comments2024-03-27T19:48:03.918-04:00Comments on EC Stilson's: Our Cat’s FuneralCrazy Life of a Writing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16064939499412649850noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873393837725772745.post-89294333175293690872021-01-27T21:50:09.373-05:002021-01-27T21:50:09.373-05:00I wondered, as I read your entry, EC, about the sh...I wondered, as I read your entry, EC, about the sheer wisdom of Life. One deer came to die, but another perhaps to recover in that same place, and to live on. We Humans think of cemeteries as places for the dead, while we claim in some belief systems, that after death we will be reborn in some way. <br /><br />When I visit my parents' and my daughter's burial places, I feel they "go with me" to those places. I know I won't find their spirits there in their graves, but it is comforting to go together to those last places we last connected at their passing. <br /><br />After my daughter, Heddy passed long ago, the first Thanksgiving morning I drove to the cemetery to say Hi. A wild Tom Turkey was walking across the cemetery road, as if he owned it all. Behind him was a single hen. They took their time walking, as if I in my car was not even there on the road. <br /><br />The second year, on the same day and on the same road, a tom turkey wandered in the same way across, this time followed by two hens, utterly oblivious to me. I have not seen them since 2005 in that place. Homes now are built all around that once quiet place. <br /><br />Gifts are a one time thing, a chance meeting in a moment. <br /><br />I do believe there are places where our spirits are particularly attracted to celebrate life, its meanings, its endings, and its beginnings. Hospitals, cemeteries, the best of churches and hospices. In some way, life's points of transition and challenge bring out a strength in and for us that bears enduring meaning for our existence here, and perhaps beyond.<br /><br />I always love to read your words, dear cousin. They inspire me, and remind me. Keep warm, and know you are loved beyond all those nearby who say so to your ears and eyes. <br /><br />David TheIndependencePartyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14828015449287428316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873393837725772745.post-12403504783511378142021-01-27T16:16:24.650-05:002021-01-27T16:16:24.650-05:00I found this touching I found this touching Jo-Anne's Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11418152399382818709noreply@blogger.com