We Were His Only Need
He used to say that his heart would take him in the end, that husband of mine—the brave hearted man, father and mentor, friend to many; he used to say that we were all that mattered to him. He laid down his life for us by driving countless miles to care for our needs;
He used to say that he was the luckiest man alive. using up his heart by loving us so well. He used to say that love is all we need to know.
He used to say that he didn’t understand how God worked, or how a Higher Power is a part of our lives, or how the prayers of a Shaman make a difference—but it works, he said. I feel better.
He used to say that trying to be perfect was impossible and apologized for a blindness that came over him when being right was all that mattered—at these times we learned the transformative power of forgiveness.
He used to say, when faced with one of life’s innumerable brick walls, that when we are shit out of luck, we need to stand bravely and own our part. He spoke this truth with his actions over a lifetime.
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A teacher like this is a hard act to follow. As the funeral details rush towards me, my love, stand by my side and help me to ride the ebb and flow of this life we created.
