On Wednesday May 9, the day of his birth and buriel there were moments of wonder.
It was eight am. I awoke, brewed myself a coffee, and then went straight to my black glass table and sat. With a vanilla scented candle burning I prayed for help and strength to carry out what had been put off for months. Fighting through the pain of how he died I composed his Farewell Blessing. I found the words that met my needs.
I read the final draft to my Dad. My anxious look faded into a smile so warm and happy when his voice vibrated with pleasure, pleased by what I wrote.
I was in the bathroom in the middle of getting ready when my purse flew off the table and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Oh, Jack's mad at you," my Dad said with a chuckle.
"No, he is letting us know he is here," I told him.
My dad, a friend and I climbed into the van. We closed the doors. Dad put the key in the ignition and then started the vehicle. Almost immediately the song Over You, by Miranda Lambert played in the background. Miranda's voice holds divine spark. Her sound is rich in feeling. The haunting melody of the song harnessess the pure emotion of the day, and the words are interwoven with the reality of our situation. The singer/song writer is able to bring me back to the moment of my friend's passing. On the short ride I felt Jack's presence in the seat beside me. By the time we reached our destination the song finished.
Once we arrived at the cemetery the planning director met us in the diveway. "Would you like to take Jack on his finale ride?" he asked standing alongside the vehicle, holding out his urn.
"I do," I said. My hands grasped him. Taking my friend for a ride in the van was a last wish he had and I could grant.
My Dad parked in front of the burial site. I walked across the cemetery green, holding my friend's remains. I placed him by his grave marker.
"We join to bless John 'Jack' Gibbons on his passing into the Otherworld. Grant, O Higher Powers, Jack protetion, strength, And in strength, understanding, And in understanding, knowledge, And in knowledge, justice, And in justice, the love of it, And in the love, the love of all life, And in that love of all life, The love of Spirit and all goodness.
Jack - You died a mineral and became a plant,
You died a plant and rose to an animal,
You died as an animal and you became a man.
You are never less by dying.
Yet, Once more you shall die as man, to soar in the blessed realm, but even from spirithood, You must pass on -
Enjoy your journey our friend. May it be an adventure. Blessed Be."
After the service bouquets of sunflowers were plaed on my grandparents, uncles and Jack's gravemarkers. Sunflower is a plant of the genus Hellianthus with yellow flowers, is ruled by the sun, and because of its circular, rayed shape, symbolizes the sun. It is a powerful charm against evil spirits. If you sleep with a sunflower under your bed, you will learn the truth about whatever you wish.
We then did what our friend liked to do best. We went to our favorite restaurant for lunch. What to eat took second plae to discussing our experiences we had with our companion. I found myself content beause in my heart and mind I know we did right by him.