Saturday was the first anniversary of Nicole, my 39 year old niece's death. She felt tired when she returned home from work and decided to lay down for a nap. She never woke. Unbeknownst to her, or anyone else, she had a silent heart condition. Her irregular heart beat slowed so much that it just stopped. The day following her death was Homecoming for her 16 year old daughter.
Last Saturday, the anniversary of Nik's death, was a sad day for my brother, and for the rest of our family. This is a look into a very personal relationship. Sometimes, it isn't about us; sometimes it isn't our fault. Sometimes it is just God's plan.
Today, we write for Tantalyzing Tuesday. A 200 word short based upon a photo of our own selection. When you are through reading my short exchange, please visit the other participating writers, and leave a comment, through either the link above to our group page or below. I also have them listed like mournful tears, one-by-one.
The road, once bathed in
the illumination of Life by the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, is now dimly lit
by the faint and flickering past. An Earthbound angel has claimed her wings and
been set free to return home.
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Last Saturday, the anniversary of Nik's death, was a sad day for my brother, and for the rest of our family. This is a look into a very personal relationship. Sometimes, it isn't about us; sometimes it isn't our fault. Sometimes it is just God's plan.
Today, we write for Tantalyzing Tuesday. A 200 word short based upon a photo of our own selection. When you are through reading my short exchange, please visit the other participating writers, and leave a comment, through either the link above to our group page or below. I also have them listed like mournful tears, one-by-one.
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The Road of Destiny
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This path was not
chosen. This road to the darkened nowhere takes us from the heart-warmed
embrace of life and our loved ones against our will; perhaps this passageway is
unexpected, startling and heart wrenching but it is not unknowing. This
road awaits us all, but for some, the path at once sweet is bitter and too
eager to rise before us with the gnawing, gaping, inevitable abyss.
Some turn back to cheat
this darkened destiny, but older others fly willingly into the black grasp.
Love your life, for the hope, challenge and rewards She bears is the fruit of
your breath.
Not so, my beautiful niece
who was stolen by the Eternal grasp, donned her wings and flew into the warm
comfort of God’s loving embrace.
Fly away, Nikki. Take with
you the knowledge that you are loved. For how can we be sad? We cannot
deny the beauty of a white hot meteor we have been privileged to have blaze
across our Universe. We bear witness to the natural majesty even as it burns
out far too quickly before us. We were blessed to have her, even for a moment.
Be free……………….
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I am sorry for your loss. A beautiful tribute to her memory.
ReplyDeleteI understand how the your sadnes remains with you. But fremember theseed few words you wrote to remember her beautiful existence. "We cannot deny the beauty of a white hot meteor we have been privileged to have blaze across our Universe." She will always remain with you, just remember those words.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful tribute. I seny prayers of strength to you and your family
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tribute. Sensuous, heartfelt descriptions that are so significant of the pain you still feel. Such a sad loss Muffy, and how cleverly you have described it in this teaser. Bravo!
ReplyDeletebeautifully written tribute, Muffy
ReplyDeleteI have tears in my eyes, Muffy. Such a beautiful tribute. Much love to you and yours xxx
ReplyDeleteIt's a very touching piece Muffy. This isn't a tease; it's a tribute.
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