Michael was cremated today...his body has turn to dust. My mom and I witnessed the cremation, you don't see anything. His body was in an open cardboard box, and we both said one more goodbye. I also gave him a letter with my poem on it and a brief message. Then they pushed him into a giant looking oven and once his body is there, they closed the door. The whole process is weird but basically after four hours all that is left is a skeleton. When they touch the skeleton, it turns to ash. We didn't stay that long, just about a half hour.We also order his plaque to put on his plot of land. It has his name, dates of birth & death, and a nice message. It also had an image of a butterfly, and just like the butterfly, Michael is now free.
There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities of getting what I need
He looked at me and smiled
Said "No, no, no, no, no child.
See the dog and butterfly. Up in the
Air he like to fly." Dog and butterfly
Below she had to try. She roll back down
To the warm soft ground laughing
She don't know why, she don't know why
Dog and butterfly
Well I stumbled upon your secret place
Safe in the trees you had tears on your face
Wrestling with your desires frozen strangers
Stealing your fires. The message hit my mind
Only words that I could find
See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly below she had to try
She roll back down to the warm soft ground
Laughing to the sky, up to the sky
Dog and butterfly
We're getting older the world's getting colder
For the life of me I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' making us give in
Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide
We're balanced together ocean upon the sky
Another night in this strange town
Moonlight holding me light as down
Voice of confusion inside of me
Just begging to go back where I'm free
Feels like I'm through
Then the old man's words are true
See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly, below she had to try
She roll back down to the warm soft
Ground with a little tear in her eye
She had to try, she had to try
Dog and butterfly
yeah
Up in the air, he liked to fly
The dog and butterfly, below she had to try
She rolled back down to the warm soft ground
Laughing she don’t know why
But she had to try she had to try
Dog and butterfly
By Heart
1 comment:
Hi Michele,
I just read through your blog covering all the parts about the loss of your brother. It was touching to read everything--your emotions, your experiences with his death, and your reactions to everything happening. I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am again. I am glad you recorded all of this however as it is a wonderful record of these times. I hope you are feeling better. And I'm glad you saw him in your dreams. That happened to me too when I was having a difficult time letting my grandmother go. My grandfather came in my dreams and told me it was time for her to go. I was crying hysterically but let her go. She died two days later after a long illness and after I told her that my grandfather had visited in my dream. These things are very powerful.
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