On the afternoon of my last blog posting, JUne 8, I received a phone call that my brother, 66, had passed away suddenly of cardiac arrest.
I began immediately to let people know at the request of his family. Six hours later, I was making
reservations to fly to St. John's in two days.
Now, two months later, I am coming out of that shock and the loss of a second brother in a couple of years. The other was even younger, 59 years old.
It has taken all these weeks of reconstellating
the world without my brother. I have felt inner shifting going on, I have felt deep black chasms of loss, I have felt the nearer pull of my own death coming nearer, as it does, every second. I have felt the physical closeness of my two brothers standing behind
me, like two wings of guidance and protection.
Death really does erase whatever twistings and turnings a life history has contained. It strips away all the unnecessary past histories, and offers a clean slate of memory burning only with the essence
of a person. A soul lives on - in cleansed presence and a small candle flame of light.