I never seemed to get what I wanted from him as a girl, or as a young woman, or even as a middle aged woman. But as his transition time came near all of the perceived faults came to matter not a whit, and the love that we shared rose to the surface. We talked about memories and the hard things, we trusted each other completely, we laughed and cried, and I helped to ease him from this life in as gentle a way as possible. He came to visit me in owl form for several days after his passing and I was moved to see how he watched me with kindness and wisdom, to witness his effortless, silent, flight. So observant! So quiet! So incredibly calm and patient!
The grief in my heart is permeated with the gifts that come from these experiences with him: the love, the sweetness, the magic, the bonding, the realization that he is with me always. He lived his life just as he wanted it to be- he never stopped learning, he shared his many gifts, and held close to his heart those he loved. May we all be so blessed.
