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I have left this post for today, for those to re-read, to listen to the music, to look deeply at the photos, to comment, to say the names of their loved ones in the next place
and to share with all here.
Gone Too Soon
from her precious family
her Mom Andrea (sign me A)
her Dad Jimmy
her sister Marie
her family in New England
more friends than one can count
After hugging her Mom
(sign me A, our warrior here)
remarking on it being the luckiest day “ever”
being her joyous and happy self
“Mom there will never be another day like this one”
With her friends, she headed to the lake for a great;
no a fantastic day
when the jeep she was driving had a flaw, a malfuntion,
a something happened
not her fault
it flipped over and over
the Gasse world stood still in seconds.
I feel sure, absolutely sure that her Grandmother was there to grab her into her arms
on the other side, so that
did not suffer, did not feel anything,
I feel certain that
was wrapped in the protective arms and light
of her beloved
in that instant of time.
4 years have gone by,
some days have seemed like they would never end
while others have gone much too quickly.
The pain palpable
the grief horrendous
at times the silence deafening.
Jaren has let her presence be known; she has her ways to let her family and friends know
THERE IS NO DISTANCE
when hearts are connected in life
they cannot be separated by death.
Death is not that strong.
At times she will be the butterfly that lights beside her Mother on curbs, on the hood of her car; awaiting her at the front door like an old and trusted friend
(*much longer than an average butterfly would ever stay).
Then there are the dolphins that find their way to Andrea, there at HoneyMoon Island
I feel sure that it is Jaren on their backs,
beckoning them to come close,
letting her Mom know
“I’m here, it’s all good”,
I am with you always.
when hearts are connected.
It becomes so very important to
“say their names”
talk about her life, her whole and beautiful life
that was lived with passion, with laughter and a smile that could fill the room.
A family and friends that adored her,
stories that will entertain, will bring a tear to the eye
and memories that will keep her alive for the little ones and the Elders alike
as they remember the whole of her
not just the moment that she left
Without the storms of life we would never
know the rainbow.
a precious child, a child filled with color, with vibrancy, with joy
Gone Too Soon
Now adding color to the skies, to the heavens, to spiritland and still here on this earth for us
along with brilliance to the hearts of many
MUST say her name;
and share their memories of a life well lived in a short amount of time while here.
Often it is those left behind who feel that they cannot or should not talk about their loved ones, their children, they feel that others grow weary of “hearing it”.
We all want to “talk about” those we have loved in our lives, they are an intrinsic part of the very fabric that makes us who we are.
Talk to US,
talk about our loved ones; bring their names into our hearts, our ears, our conversations.
we cry it is OK
do not run from our tears,
they are telescopes that allow us to see into the heavens!
Dance on Jaren, dance on baby girl
across the galaxies!
Ride on; ride the backs of the dolphins
enjoy spiritland with the Ancestors, with your Grandmother as you play on the
wings of butterflies
convince your dad there is a
and show up in the middle of the gulf
on the wings of a butterfly!
As a dove following him all the way to a job site
on US 19 that stops at each Red Light and then flies as he drives only to arrive at his destination and beckon him with your mournful cry to get his attention!
“Dad, do you believe now, do YOU GET IT< do YOU FEEL ME NOWWW“
I’m thinkin he did, as he interrupted his conversation with the lady he was working for to go to his truck, get his camera and return with that dove still waiting on him! He then took the picture, wispered “I get it Jaren”, and at some point brought me a framed photo of it and said, “LOOOK”!!!
As Lovie once said to me,
“when the student is ready, the teacher appears”!!!
Good job Jaren baby! You sure did have to work your Dad over on that one.
There is NO DISTANCE friends.
Ah yes, Jaren
do your thing from the “next place”
and then as that same dove
arrive on the window ledge where the cats sit on the other side and stare at them
while your Mom is having a difficult day of missing you.
Stay long enough to make sure
“she gets it”
as she watches you and the cats
communicate quietly with respect
Yes, I tell you not because I can prove it to you with empirical research,
because I am one who has been there,
4 years ago, gone too soon.
hers was a life lived as a beautiful child
who was loved madly by her family
she is loved more today
will say her name!
Wherever you are
Whatever you are doing today
WE HAVE THIS MOMENT
I’m betting that if you want to hug our warrior from this page today … the Mother of
all ya gotta do is head out to
I have a feeling that she will be there,
she will probably be on that purple noodle
out in the gulf
the dolphin will probably
show up right alongside her
with a twinkle in its eye
just to let her know
“Mom, I’m all good here, I want you to be too”.
And I pray those who love the Gasse’s
will say Jaren’s name
will incorporate her life into theirs
the stories, the laughter, the memories
and the little ones will grow up
knowing of her antics
and how she lived her life
in bold and beautiful color a full and beautiful life that left this earth all too soon
I’ll be with you today Andrea, right there
as you shed those tears
hear your sounds of laughter
you remember and say
JAREN YOU ARE SO LOVED BABY.
May it help you all to remember,
Andrea along with each of you
The fire is burning brightly here in ceremony and remembrance, the sage is fired up. I hope that Jaren has found little CAYLEE and has her in her arms, throws her up on a cloud and then tickles her til she rolls and rolls around on the clouds in splendor today, feeling safe and feeling Jaren love.
Thoughts of warmth and healing ways to and for all who enter here.
“say their names”
Walk In Beauty,