… and flights of angels take thee to thy rest.

This being has offered his deep, dynamic and enthusiastic love to my life and that of my family for nearly 14 years. Today was his day to pass over, and I never really experienced the meaning of AWESOME until the Awe of his transition struck. We sat with him, sobbed with the sadness, as his spirit was moved from physical form to whatever that other is about. But when we brought his little body to the mountain to bury, just  after our prayers and remembrances, in the very moment when the dirt was being placed upon the top of his remains, lightning struck just yards from us. I have NEVER experienced anything like that. My friend said immediately, “Coco!” It registered with her that the visitation was not coincidental. He was letting us know that he is there, and can send messages. We came into the house shortly afterward and the lightning struck again on my property, I thought it would bring the house down but it didn’t. In case we missed the message the first time, here it was the second. In six years of living here nothing close to that has ever happened right here on the property. The fact that it occurred at that exact moment seems like it can’t be just accidental. The communications between those just passed over and those who remain in the grief need to be studied and recognized. There are a lot of stories there. Something is going on.