A Message to DanA Poem by The Blood PoetMy dear friend Dan passed away of leukemia.
I received an email at work, just after lunch and it read…
From: Tanya Northcott
Our beautiful Dan left on another great adventure this morning at 7:45 am.
His sister, Erin, and I were with him at home when he died and it was peaceful and beautiful. His face is serene, like he knows something special. It is so hard to let him go…..but something we have always had to do with Dan.
To the very end, Dan never gave up the will to live…and his message to us is never to forget the miracle that we get to live this life at all.
Dan wanted to be buried simply in a shroud in the earth with nature all around him and only a stone with his circle symbol that we all know so well to mark the spot.
This (a green funeral) will be done on Tuesday or Wednesday of this week at the Royal Oak Burial Park in Victoria…we will let you know….anyone is welcome to join us.
Sometime in the future we will all gather as his ‘earth family’ to celebrate Dan’s unique life and how it has touched us all.
Your love and prayers have sustained us…and we ask for them now to guide Dan to serenity and peace.
Love…..Tanya Dear Dan, You will have to look after Erin and Tanya now. You will have to look after your family and friends that miss you so. You will have to be the strong one. The one that whispers comfort in the warm breeze.
Your work has now begun.
To comfort the souls of those that love you. To assure them that all will be alright. And when its darkest at night it will be your light that guides and protects them.
Tell me Dan about strength and healing. Tell me about true power. Tell me all those things.
And take your mother into your arms And take your sister into your arms tell them tell them all those secrets all those memories all that love
Tell them that it’s alright now. That you have a plan. That the body knew when to let go. That the soul knows when to stay. But this, a meager comfort to those that love you.
Tell me Dan about healing. Talk to me about miracles. Talk to me about blinding grief Tell me about true endurance and the ancient truth of death.
Tell me all of those things Tell me all of those things
We’re afraid too. We’re afraid too. Tell us how to make that journey with grace with peace with power
and when the time comes and when the time comes and the bell ringer - the soul strikes our last hour.
may you and all the ancestors witness our small souls flower
June 20, 2009 © 2016 The Blood Poet |
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on April 1, 2016 Tags: death, leukemia, cancer, healing, messages, black writers, women writers, canadian writers AuthorThe Blood PoetVancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPublished poet, children's author and illustrator. I teach creative writing and art. Looking to meet other wondrous writing souls. more..Writing
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