I just learned a little bit ago that a family member has lost one of their own. Willow and her family have lost their beloved friend, companion and family member, Bela. Bela was only fourteen years old when he passed. I am sure Bela had a good life with Willow and her family. But still that does not take away the pain or the sorrow.

I would like express not only my condolence but also the WOTC’s to Willow and her family at this time. You are in our thoughts and prayers.

May the Goddess Wrap You in Her Arms and Grant You Comfort and Peace.

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet  circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

“In Remembrance of Bela”

 

 

Reference:

“Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep”

by Mary Elizabeth Frye