Today, the 20th of January 2021 is the day we send My Sister Sally (Stella) on her final journey. She was much loved by all who knew her as the friendly, kindly, animal/bird loving individual that she was. She had experienced many worries and troubles durng the last ten years of her life when medical conditions forced her to give up work and then BATTLE with the DWP to receive the help she was most certainly entitled to after working virtually every day of her life since leaving school in 1970.
She was made to feel like an imposter/fraudster/scrounger and any other name they could think of at the time which sent her into a spiral of depression which she only 'just' managed to pull herself out of by the time she reached retirement age. Thankfully, she 'was' entitled to a good pension and with other benefits now offered to her she started to really rebuild her life again, until Murpheys Law thrust a dagger into her heart with a diagnosis of Cancer which took hold very quickly - too quickly it seems.
Now, she's at peace with all of those family and friends who've gone before her and we expect her to be caring for others even up there in the 'good place' :-)
Thinking of you every day Salbo as you take that 'Final Journey'.
This Poem by Ven Bunce seems appropriate somehow;
Journey.
A light came screaming
through the door of solid oak.
The brass bolts and hinges still all fixed.
A thousand fit, strong strangers
had been beating at that door.
But it never gave an inch that you could tell.
Flames were thrown.
The axe was wielded.
All in vein it seems.
Just then, a light came screaming.
I felt I must be dreaming,
as it filtered through
and lightened up my mind.
Crystals were vibrating
to a sound of pure vision.
A rainbow chased a diamond o’er the floor.
A shimmering mist was growing.
A blue light now was showing
the diamond and the rainbow at the door.
They were both warm and friendly
as they offered me their trust.
They would guide me through
where angels fear to tread.
The Reaper started smiling
as only he knows how.
The light of life had entered
where nothing else would go.
It started then to put on such a show.
The Diamond played the lead
and the Crystals played the score.
The Rainbow coloured in reality.
The blue mist of love
filled the Reapers heart with joy.
Made him smile as he saw it all unfold.
The light of life shone on me
through a door of solid oak.
My protector, for so many years.
I imagined that the reaper had a heart so cold.
But now I know he truly has a heart of gold.
As I pull the brass bolts,
and push the door back wide,
a thousand fit strong strangers smile and say.
“We’ve been knocking here a lifetime,
just to brighten up your life”.
“Come with us, and we will make your day”
The smiles, I’ve imagined
in their thousands at the door.
But now I’ve seen the light show
I will surely know the score.
The diamond and the rainbow
keep these strangers mesmerised.
As I walk right past,
I smile, and agree.
The beautiful vibrations
of the crystals quell the fear.
The blue mist leads the way so I can see.
Now I’m going home to greet,
all those who’ve always loved me.
But left me, oh so soon behind the door.
The glory of the pure light,
has offered me its sanctum.
Where I shall live
and love
forever more.
God Bless Salbo .......
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