Relations, how is it we prepare for the death of Kinfolk, or Kindred? All Relations?
I have contemplated this question since I was a wee one, too young really to have had the concept of death and dieing so well wrapped about my head. I have always known with-in this was a gift Blessed and gifted to me by the Great Spirit. Oh my Kindred, I knew even as a child being, who was punished time and time again and threatened with institutionalization confinement for the way I would speak or the thing's i saw. When I saw them who had Crossed. There was a strong belief and faith this young wee one had, the Innocent mario had been provided with eyes, ears, heart and Spirit's to assist and aid through this journey of life and the walking of My Path.
It runs parallel of the Great Red Road.
I am one who has been here on Mother Earth for fifty two years as of last Fall. I have had the misfortune of having lost Kinfolk and Kindred in ways that I suspect, covers a spectrum of ways we as Spiritual Being's move on from this flesh we live in.
I have witnessed the Crossings of dozens upon dozens of deaths. Having once worked in the Medical health profession. I remember listening to the last breaths pass from their lungs. There were times when folks in my care who wished to pass quietly, without all the wires and tubes and machines, i would sit with him or her. Hold their hand, say prayers, I have sung songs for them.
I have also just sat and watched and listened to them speak or breath.
When working In emergency departments, I saw the effects of driving and boating while intoxicated. I saw what a fellow Earth being looks like when they're dieing and not ready to cross. The sight's of what street and drug "thug" life REALLY looks like.
I had a dear friend in Miami who was murdered because he was Gay. He was a very dear fellow. Stabbed dozens and dozens of times. His mom found him at his home days later.
Our family has had the tragedy of an air plane crash that took three cousins. A father and two of his children. Our family has had to experience the death of a Kin while he was on a cruise ship holiday. Our family has had the loss of many in automobile smashes. Too many. My Grandmother Flossie, my dear Mom's Mom. Our Cherokee Grandmother, who was with her family out celebrating my Mother's 13th birthday smashed to death by a fucking drunk driver. She bled to death due to the injury to her neck and face.
Have had Kindred gunned down, stabbed to death, drown, electrocuted and due to suicide.
My baby Brother David died by an over-dose of heroin, used as a Mule by some fucked up Colombians. Dave crossed over to protect his family. There were so many balloons in my brothers stomach. All it took was the one to bust. He made connections with my Dad and Mom, laid around the house and messing around the way only Dave could. Then he went to bed. Fell asleep and never woke up...
...this was lightening striking my heart! It was as if a piece of me died that day. I know a piece of my mom, Dad and all of us his sibling felt the same. That day while on the telephone with my sister who made that call, all I could do was drop to the ground, cry, and howl...
...I laid there and let my face feel the heat from the car port and let me heart melt into my Earth Mother. I felt the beat and watched and listened to the birds in the tree.
My Dearest Mom, died of massive heart attack that took her from us while we were waiting in the waiting lounge to see her afterwards. The doctors were doing a corrective surgery that went bad. My Baby Sister Linda had gone to Wendy's to get mom a salad because Mom was hungry and wanted a salad after the operation. We were not prepared for what was to happen at that hospital that evening.
It was like lightening striking our family again. Mom?
Okay, wait. You see, all of what I have just shared are the Crossing's of kinfolk and Kindred that occurred "SHIT!" out of the blue clear sky! Lightening on a cloudless beautiful day at the beach type of shock. NO MOM!!! NO DAVE!! NO WAIT!! WHAT THE FUCK?! Type of Crossing's.
And we all have our own way of mourning. Damned, you don't know how many times I had to listen to this during periods of mourning. Please. I am well aware of how to walk and work my way through it. Feeling the pain, anger, and grief. Oh, my heart...
...i watch and I listen.
Relations, the death I talk of now are those that we may have a period of time to assist our Kin through the processes while we deal with it in our Spirit's. My Spirit'. How do we prepare for the death of our Relations?
I watched my Grandfather, leave this life with a bitterness that haunts me to this day. I was there and looked in his eyes as he fought angrily to remove tubing from his face and arms. His children were near, but his grandson was present and I believe he was pissed off something down right bad. What was I to do but repeat the Rosary aloud...
...until the Nursing staff and physicians came rushing in to let him pass over. I watched and listened.
My four beautiful sister's and I were there to be with our dad when he died from the Cancer that ate him to death. A once four hundred pound man down to a skeleton and flesh. Oh, my heart.
We were there to see dad reach out to take hold of God's Hand...
...in my Spirit, I suspect Mom and all the Elders were there to greet and welcome Dad home too.
My dearest Grandmother is 91 years of age. She is frail and often ill. So I try to see her when I am able. I would love to spend more time with the WOman who was once the most important WOman to me. My dearest Abuela Mary, I love you so, my Dear.
Today, I prepare for the Crossing of a very dear friend. A beautiful young WOman who is a daughter, wife and mother. My Sweet Friend has the cancer and she has had many battles, but soon, this cancer will have eaten her alive too...
...the memories of our Paths crossing and the years we worked hard together and the laughs and her tears when she would come to me for a shoulder to cry on. My arms to give her a hug and a kiss - as a father would hug and kiss his daughter's. Having said that, I am free to say that our friendship has always been as if we were daughter and father. I love you Nancy. Always have and always will. God Bless this beautiful angel we have here for just a brief time more.
I wonder still how is it we prepare for the death of our Kindred...
...I see and I listen.
Please note that this was written straight forward like. As my heart beat pumped blood through my being - my thoughts from my Heart, Mind and Spirit's have been tip-tapped onto here and now I set them loose.
Can any understand where it is my eyes and ears have been? What I have heard and seen?
I have no more to say.
My heart is heavy and bad.
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