Full Hunter Moon we honor you.......

[Bobute]

"The difference between reality and fiction? Fiction has to make
sense." -- Tom Clancy (author)


I greet you my friends and all others who have come into my world
with kindness, understanding, and a sharing of hearts. Tonight
grandmother moon smiles through my tears as my vision of her becomes
blurred.
I reach for her knowing my world is where he is. Near yet so far
away. I call to the emptyness. Remember a voice once heard. Dark sad
eyes, seeking, the way mine search the sky this lonely night.
I am Bobute Marinochka. Grandmother sea. Mother of George, who is
with mE in spirit and memory. This is my reality. It has yet to make
sense as I struggle with raw emotion.
Some stay while others wait, never understanding why. Each month
grandmother moon returns to bless us with her silver light. She helps
to keep us strong. Lingering before she leaves to rest in darkness.
Change with changing seasons follow her. The year slowly grows
old, one day at a time. This has been a year of reflection, change,
life filled to over flowing with its little trade offs.
The real becoming real while fiction waits in scattered books to
be read. No escape. No turning back. All the seconds, minutes, hours,
have been used up as the clock keeps ticking.
I want to shout, "stop, wait, I am not ready to accept this! I
have not prepaired for your many surprises." A phone that rang too
soon. Wolf moon lingering on high to welcome him home. I do not
remember saying "good-bye."
"Its all good mom," this is reality speaking once more as before.
How much closer can I draw you to mE with my broken heart. Marinochka
from the sea where one day we will be free again.
Together we will go, together we will stay, until you leave again
as you have before. Not mine to keep, only love and cherish forever.
My gift of life born to soar with Eagle on high. Above canyons into
mountains covered with the purest snow.
Grandmother moon will return. First lets linger but awhile longer
as before.

Bobute Marinochka
grandmother from the sea
George's mother
xoxox

[MaryKathryn]

Dearest Bobute,

You had asked me how I handle my grief in the loss our beloved son; there are several ways that have helped me over the last few years. One of them is this lovely prayer written by Joyce Rupp, that I paraphrased early on after our son passed into new life.

I made prayer cards for each in our immediate family and pressed the prayer sheet between two sheets of photo laminating sheets to keep them from wearing out and getting doggy eared.

I would consider it an honor to make one up for you dear heart if this prayer speaks to you. Do not hesitate to tell me if it does not fit for your need. We each find ways that are unique on the path of our healing.


Our Prayer:

We take our beloved son and brother by the hand and lead him to you, God of love. Here is H.J. Accept our love and thanksgiving as we entrust him into your loving care. We want H.J. to be free to be at home with you. We ask that you save a place for us there beside him and that you be our loving presence in all the lonely moments that await us. We ask that you fill us with motivation and energy in the days ahead when we feel like giving up; remind us often of our true homeland when we are caught up in the desolation of the journey. Help us to find joy in the people, events, and the beauty of nature that surround us.

Thank you for the gift of H.J. in our lives. We want to believe that we will celebrate the treasure of our love again when we will all be together in your presence forever. May this truth sustain us in the days to come. Take our sad and aching heart and comfort us. Comfort us, for we can only feel hollowness and emptiness. God of the sorrowing, draw near!

Adapted from the book: Praying Our Good-byes
by Joyce Rupp


Much love and bunches of prayers for healing dear sweet friend,

I can feel your pain and I am holding you in a gentle hug.

Your heart is hurting as only a mother who loved her son deeply

hurts. Missing our sons is one of the deepest pains there is on this earth.

Gentle hugs and angels on your pillow tonight. May your tears turn to stars,

stars that shine brightly, illuminating the love you shared with your precious son and that you will hold forever in your heart.

Let those stars also wash their heavenly light over your heart, to bring about the healing you seek. --- Remember what he said to you,

He said to you, "Mom, it's all good," And indeed it is. "It is all good,"

Until you meet again with him on the other shore, in everlasting life,

be patient dear heart, his spirit is alive and well

and he is surrounding you daily with his loving support.

Much love and prayers for new blessings,
MaryKathryn

PS Dear Bobute, I replied to you on your Bobute Corner as well as the Alzheimer discussion forum because your post was in both places and I wished for you to see my reply.

[alice]

Dear Friend

I so feel your pain and understand your heartache.
May we all know peace someday.

My prayers
alice