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Bette Ainsworth
Tonight I release again. It has been six years since you passed. Happy to meet, sorry to part, Happy to meet again.
In the ago time, I would have spent the last week designing
an original card and agonizing over just the right words to scribe upon
it. Words that would warm your heart, convey my love and offer my
gratitude.
But you are gone now.
You raised six kids by yourself and they all turned out just
fine. You beat cancer four times and paddled your ass off in a Dragon
Boat. You volunteered your time for those going through chemo and the
‘Old Folks’ at the Senior Center.
But you are gone now.
You taught me, unconditional love. For every challenge I went
through you were beside me and never judged. You taught me about
serving others and I witnessed the many kindnesses you bestowed on
others, never expecting anything in return.
But you are gone now.
We talked across the porch and you had a way of encouraging
me to keep moving forward. When my art was rejected or writings declined
you would always remind me that you have to receive a lot of no’s until
you receive a yes. You always were over the top in your praise for my
work.
But you are gone now.
You loved your Sunday Morning Preachers yet never forced your
views on anyone. You had a very basic understanding of the Divine. We
are all in God’s Hands and if it gets too much or you get overloaded
just put it in ‘God’s Box’ and he will look after it.
But you are gone now.
The number of times I have gone to the back porch to ‘Hoy’
you and tell you about something I saw or heard that might interest you.
The many times I have headed out in the car thinking, “Mom would have
enjoyed this”. The numerous times ‘We’ cooked dinner.
But you are gone now.
There are so many things that I miss. The little things.
Watching you act like a little child dressing up in costumes from your
Tickle Trunk. Riding on the back of my Harley. Saying goodnight and I
love you at the end of each day. I do miss you.
But you are gone now.
To my Elders; take care of this wonderful woman, make room
for her about the fire, and listen well for she has much wisdom. Guide
her further along her journey and know that she will always be a
treasure to those left behind. Mother Earth, Father Sky, Grand Father
Sun, and Grand Mother Moon I entrust my Mother to your care, I will hold
you to your promises. Let the four directions protect and guard over
her that she may travel with ease. Sleep well, dream deep dear Mother of
mine.
Humble bow David Bruce Clarkson
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