Still Wordless...kind of.

It's been a rough ride lately, losing two special family members almost simultaneously.

I'll be back blogging "normally" soon. I'm on the road to recovery now. Friday night, hubby and I had dinner at King of Thai. Saturday night, I watched the Oakland East Bay Gay Men's Chorus and the music was awesome, awesome, awesome. Then we went BACK to King of Thai (Holy Crab Fried Rice!) I had my friend Flo spend the night, then we went to Webster Street Jam Sunday. We went there thinking it was the Peanut Butter and Jelly Festival until it dawned on us 60 million minutes into the fair and after scouring a row of booths on one side of the whole Webster stretch and finding not a single peanut butter thingy, that it was no longer...

*duh*

So there. I blogged!

Here are two things to take note of:

 

Yes, I was angry. Not because of important people passing away, but for what some people who were left behind have said. Well, bless their hearts for they don't know any better.

Here's the other one, a better take on letting go...

FOR THE SPECIAL PEOPLE MOMMY REMY (my mother-in-law) and TITA ROSIE (my mom's sister) left behind:

I AM NOT GONE
by Ms. Deejay

I am not gone, do not think of me as underground, unless you see me everywhere.
I have joined each seed that dies to be a flower.
So when you plant your garden in the earth
You might think of me.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me!
The seed has burst and I am free.

I am not gone, I am flying into the sun
So when you watch the morning in it’s glory,
The twilight in its quiet beauty
See my wings flash across the sky
And know that I am free.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me!
I am touching your face with the sun.

I am not gone, I am drifting to the sea.
So when you walk beside the ocean
By the deep and restless sea, hear the crying of the gulls and think of me.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me.
I am playing on the farther shore of the boundless sea.

I am not gone, I am sailing into the wind.
So I shall sigh through your window in summer
And blow leaves around you in autumn.
When the wind kisses your hair with laughter,
you might remember me.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me.
I have unfurled my soul to the wind and I am free.

I am not gone
I am tiptoeing into the dark to visit the Moon,
Whispering soft goodbyes, I shall soon fade from sight,
but when the moon lights a path across dark water,
you might think of me.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me.
I am sailing with the moon on the breath of forever.

I am not gone, I am dancing in the storm
Laughing with thunder, a lightning leaper.
Now when storms roll in with rumbling and fireworks,
Do not be afraid, just think of me.
In the grave, I am not there, that is not me.
I have danced away in thunder and I am free.

I am not gone,
I am part of forever.
In every season, every birdsong.
In flowers, clouds and each rainbow.
I am part of them, they are part of me.
Do not grieve, only remember.
In the grave?
I am not there, that is not me.
The shell is open, the spirit is free.