Today they lay his body
to its final rest.
The second father,
Of the man to which I was
Connected for half my life.
To have known such a man for so many years,
To never to have seen so much as a tear.
My heart goes out to his, his family
His mother, too.
Feeling disconnected,
From a group so once connected.
To miss such a transition.
Seems odd.
There is love
And empathy,
Sympathy in
My heart today.
Missing the funeral
Acting as if it were
Just another day,
So far away.
Perhaps tonight
I’ll call
To say
I’m so sorry
for your loss.
Namaste.
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Published by Tiffany
Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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