A prayer
and a wish to all visitors -
As I sit here and remember the love that Bear and I had in
this life, I know just how blessed I have been. I am filled
with Great Joy each and every time I think of my Beloved Bear.
We were so completely devoted and in love with each other.
I trully learned, that in this life, we can experience unconditional
love. My wish for each of you, is to know this love, that
each of you know that you are cherished by your One...
Lisa (cubby)
One of Bears and mine favorite places to go was a Franciscan
monastary to sit and be peaceful..and when he could...we walked
the labrinth together. He spent time alone there as well.
We are always humbled to provide a memorial to any one. It is but a simple gift we can give back. We always hope it serves two purposes, one to comfort those who have lost someone so important in their lives, and the other to celebrate that person's life for years to come. We did not know Bear, but we do know Lisa, and through her we grew to know what an exceptional person Bear was. Here are the thoughts of some of Bear's and cubby's friends on his lost to all of us.
Our hopes and prayers that this celebration of Bear's life will guide Lisa with love, and let each of you know this remarkable and loving man.
Stormdncr and cajunrose
and all here at ATR.
Brightest of Blessings Lisa,
I am so sorry to read of your loss, indeed you feel lost, confused, and want
to wake up from this nightmare..
Dear Friend, I understand and my heart goes out to you...I can not make your
pain go away, nor can I ease the hurt in your heart... I can listen, I can
lend a shoulder and cry with you and smile with you as you recall all the
wonderful moments with Bear while understaning that this pain will not go completely
away but you will learn to live with it the best you can...
Hugs, love and light
Ravyn
When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel,
And flies up to tell God/Goddess to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world,
And sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People dis-appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets
and make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing wind- songs, they whisper to us,
Don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.
Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed
Confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion,
I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage
Lisa;
There are no magic words to make this go away or instantly make
you feel better. If that were the case there would never be saddness
in this life. Bears life on this earth was to short, but thru you
he will live forever. His memories his teachings and his love will
never go away, He has touched you and all who has entered his life.
Bear was a good man. He had to be you loved him unconditionally
Lisa I am here if you need me and even if you dont. You are in
my thoughts and prayers little one.
Bright Blessings
Goddess
Brightest of Blessings Lisa,
Hugs, I can imagine how hard all this is for you, he was your love,
your Master, your joy, pain, tears, smiles and bliss...You were the
same to him Lisa...He was very proud of you, that was so obvious to
us when we met you and him...He beamed...Now as the tears flow, let
them, but also remember all the joy, fun, bliss, and happiness he
gave you and you gave him...Talk about him, share the fun times with
those around you, (well the things you can) and you will see he is
right there with you...Dear Lisa, I won't tell you life will be the
same, nor will I say soon it will all pass, cause it's not true...
Life will go on, no matter what you feel, but take it from me that
keeping his memory alive keeps a part of him alive too....Don't let
anyone rush you, everyone mourns differently, do what you need...
You don't have to smile if you need to cry, all emotions should flow
and you need a good support system to talk with...You might want to t
alk about him a lot now, that's good even if you repeat yourself...
All I can say is I am here for you...Take all the help offered to
you, it's your time to be nurtured now...Please accept it...
Love and light
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving
hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time
out of mind.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the
lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not
resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,-- but the best is llost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the
laughter, the love, --
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know.
But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all
the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind.
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, they brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Dirge Without Music"
I can offer no words that will ease the pain you are feeling
but I did want to let you know you are in my thoughts. I found
a poem many years ago that made a significant impact on me. While
it does not ease the burden perhaps in it's words you can find
some solace.
My deepest sympathies over your loss.
"Death Is Nothing At All"
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way
that you always used.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of
solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we
enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it
always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of
a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
Although I did not and do have the pleasure of knowing your Master or you, I
offer this thought.....
When a loved one dies it's as if they've become a traveler, boarding a sail
boat without you for voyage you can not take.
Bound to the shore, with tears in their eyes, those who are left behind wave
good-bye as the boat sails into the sunset.
Calls of "I miss you!" and "I love you!" echo over the water as the boat
grows smaller and smaller, slowly disappearing past the horizon.
Sighing, those on the near shore comment: "There he goes," and watch the
empty horizon as they wipe tears of sadness from their eyes.
On the other side of the horizon, on a far shore those on the near shore can
not see there is another group of people.
They, too, are bound to their shore. They stand watching the sunrise,
scanning the empty horizon for the first signs of a sail boat.
A mummer breaks out as the sail boat appears, growing larger, cresting past
the horizon. They begin to wave, greeting the traveler.
And as the sail boat docks, those on the far shore call out excitedly to
each other: "Here he comes! Here he comes!" while wiping tears of happiness
from their eyes.
--- A. Zimmerman (copyright 2004)
God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around you
And whispered, "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away.
And though we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands at rest,
And although our hearts were broken
We know, God knows best.
The beautiful goddess artwork of Jonathon Earl Bowser used on these pages
The music on this page is Twelfth Warrior -- Written, composed, sequenced and copyright by Bjorn Lynne.
Used on these pages with written consent. As he gives so freely to the not-for-profit sites, please visit his web site for music CD's.
Tubes by Kandy. She has left us but her beautiful work remains.
Images and Backgrounds from Pixels by Judy
Images and Backgrounds from Outlaw by Design
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