I miss you today.
I want to believe there is a heaven just so you can be there.
Wherever the light and pulse of your energy goes, I am sure mine will one day find you and we will be better for having made it from here to there.
I can't miss you more than I have, but it pains me more than I thought was possible to realize so soon that I will never get to hug you again, see your smile or hear you laugh despite life's truths in your eyes, tell jokes to animals or philosophize. You had so much courage. I will remember most the best times we shared.
We wanted to be in the wind when we died. Because I don't know where you are, I dried then burned your favorites: red poppies and yellow roses. Put the ashes in a tea strainer and shook them into a strong wind gusting across an open prairie, horses grazing in the distance, clear blue sky, soft orange sun setting over a far away hill. I will always remember today. I closed my eyes and prayed to the elements in all directions that the wind carries you where you hoped to be in the universes.
You will always be remembered with great love in my heart.
No trite birthday comments for the 24th
However, though I know we didn't think much of any celebration I believed you might appreciate this
From The Buddhist Temple of ChicagoFlowers in Buddhist temples sybolize the teaching of transience. The Buddha taught that all things in this world are in constant change, and nothing is permanent. Flowers are beautiful in the morning but fade in the heat of the day. The flowers remind us of this constant change of things and life. We are faced with the facts of old age, sickness, and death, regardless of whether we desire them or not.
This is one of the meditations used in the offering of flowers:
These flowers I offer in memory of the Buddha, the Supremely Enlightened One. These flowers are now fair in form, glorious in color, sweet in scent. Yet all will soon have passed away, their fair form withered, the bright hues faded, their scent gone. It is even so with all conditioned things which are subject to change and suffering and are unreal. Realizing this, may we attain Nirvana, perfect peace, which is everlasting.
Sibling squabbles melted away so many years ago, replaced by fonder memories. I won't apologize for remembering my favorite things about you. Wish mama and daddy had felt the same. Wishing I'd known sooner that you needed help you were not getting. You were so right about not trusting them. My heart didn't want to believe what my mind knew. Now, as pointless as it is, all I can say is I'm sorry.
Sometimes our hearts touch and I cry. I shouldn't. I'm truly happy for your loss of pain and suffering. I just miss you. It's good we made our peace so young. Perhaps that was our only chance. Now I can hear your voice and laughter less the bitterness of your passing from my world so early. See you in the wind and rain, the snow and sunshine, in the flowers and fields that always remind me how much you loved them too.