Sometimes, especially during the seasons change, or when potentially historical events happen, I will find the inspiration to write and write on different subjects that will impact either the Henna Artist or even the spiritual aspect of life as a whole.

Lately, the time around here has found that even though the Lunca Eclipse on the 28th of this month had the potential of offering a “New Beginning” I have found that even new begginnings are otherwise shortlived.  Notification by a family member who has been managing the estate of my Grandfather has instructed us that his health has failed considerably over the last two days.  Because of that, we are sitting on pins and needles around here.

Inevitably, it has given me a great deal of thought of the process of life and how everyone deals with their grief.  I think my goodbye’s were long since given to a man of great thought, great potential, great accomplishment and so much more.  A General who served in the Air Force and in the US Navy, been a pilot for many decades, including a test pilot during WWII, pioneered the engineering feat of developing one of the worlds largest privately owned observatories in Southern California, and much much more, at almost 92 years of age, he has accomplished what he has come to do and impacted the people that needed, or didn’t need it.  He taught me everything from working on cars, to woodwork, and even the smartest way how to handle the smallest task.  He is a teacher, a entrepreneur, a remarkable man and my hero.

It could be any time now, and all I ask is that that he leave us with a smile on his face, in comfort and in peace, to great his family and my grandmother in the afterlife.

As far as dealing with it, well… I seem to believe that most that are involved with dealing with death would find my way unconventional.  I hate to see pain, because I feel it internally.  I hate to see broken hearts, because I absorb it and feel it as well.  If anything, it’s the pain that these people may have to endure before eternal peace is given and their soul is asked to return to this third planet from the sun and relive another cycle of knowledge and impact.  Because of that, I don’t do funerals.  15 years ago, when my grandmother (and psuedo mother) passed on, it was a great shock, but we knew that she was experiencing some health problems and it was her time to go.  I think the family and myself were more concerned about the idea that Grandfather would remain so alone in the next few years, eventually dieing of a broken heart.  Almost 20 years later…. He is still with us… at least for now.  I don’t do funerals, as it is a way to say goodbye to those we have loved.  I don’t day goodbye.  I say, “Until later….”

With that, the Harvest Moon is creaping up on us.  September 26 the marks the end of the harvest season and also a “New Beginnings” for others.  If my Grandfather should leave us between now and then, I just hope that his spirit is smiling on me and my prospects for a happy life.  Adventure and potential were always in my spirit, and now, I find my life returning the favor of wanting to teach and wanting to impact those around me.

The fertility of this Harvest Moon and the benevolance of it represents to me not the dieing of the land, but the hibernation of it all.  Something that my Grandfather’s tired soul just might find liberating after 92 years of seeing war, famine, propserity, love, and now peace.

This is written with my Grandfather’s beautiful spirit in mind.  May he go in peace and may we meet again in hopes to know that I did him proud.

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