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Reading About Coping With Grief

I believe that the most powerful book about grief to date is: "It's Ok That You're Not Ok: Meeting Grief and Loss in a Culture That Doesn't Understand" by Megan Devine

I've underlined almost every page of this book and listened to it again and again on Audible. So I will inevitably keep quoting it. Like I'm about to right now:

"Creative practices can help you deepen your connection with that which is lost. Death doesn't end a relationship; it changes it. Writing, painting, and other creative processes allow the conversation that began in life Before to continue in life After. The stories we create are a continuation of Love." pg 151

Barter for My Heart

Image result for heart shaped stone rocky shore
Life:  May 2017-2018

Life,
Two things were taken
From My Chest this Year,

A chunk of cancer from
my right breast,
And a chunk of my heart
from the left.

Life,
Could I barter another
piece of myself
For the return of my heart?

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda


...if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine.




An "altered" Pablo Neruda Poem For Brendan (inspired by the title:
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held him in my arms
I kissed him again and again under the endless sky.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have him To feel that I have lost him.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without him.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep him.
The night is shattered and he is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.

My sight searches for him as though to go to him.
My heart looks for him, and he is not with me.



He was my North, my South, my East and West




Funeral Blues
by WH Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Another "Letting Go" Ritual







This was a tough one for me. I've been holding on to the pants that the EMT's cut off of Brendan when he was airlifted from the accident scene in Santa Cruz to Santa Clara Community Hospital. They were among the items I had brought back from the hospital. I just couldn't bear to let them go, throw them out....etc. But Sunday Morning (May 20th) when I went to take them out of the plastic hospital bag, I realized it was time to let them go. They held only memories and energy of the tragedy. I feel that Brendan is beyond that now. I didn't want him to be bound to "earth" or his "earthly body" through these pants anymore. He's got far grander things to do, that are on his horizon. His place here in the earthly realm has been completed.

Right away I said out loud: "It's time to let go of these. It's time to let go of these. I have to do it right away." I had this sense of urgency around the situation. I knew the pants couldn't just be thrown out. I wanted to "release" them in a sacred way. I thought about burning them within a bonfire thus creating a ceremony around the process.

I remember buying Brendan these pants in the Fall of 2016. He loved those Carhartt Jeans! They were two sizes too big for him. His pants had been so tattered and torn when I met him, that I "broke down" so to speak, and decided to buy him a couple of new pairs. I knew Brendan would want exactly the style, size, and color that he had been wearing. I knew better than to order pants that actually "fit" him. I still remember his shocked expression when I brought them to him. "You bought me jeans?" he asked. At first he didn't want to accept them but I persisted and he gave in when he saw how nice and brand spanking new they were: Khaki green and the other pair "brown" which is more of a unique tan color. The khaki green pair was what he wore the night of the accident. The last thing I ever thought would happen with those jeans is that Brendan would wear them to his last night on earth with us.

I found a bunch of interesting Hindu mantras. The Gayatri Mantra, my favorite, and what I chanted next to Brendan in the hospital and when spreading his ashes; wasn't quite the right mantra. So I did some research on Hindu Mantra's Sunday and Monday. I contacted a couple of the guys. Jason offered firewood and Jordan told me he'd come along to support me while I performed the ritual

I arrived at the Seabright Beach around 7:30pm. It's one of the only beaches that allows bonfires. While I was waiting for Jordan to arrive, I started the fire and played a few of the mantras I had found that I thought auspicious. In fire Yajna's I've attended over the years, there is much preparation of the fire and mantra chanting before the actual ritual. A Yajna literally means "sacrifice, devotion, worship, offering", and refers in Hinduism to any ritual done in front of a sacred fire, often with mantras.

The first couple of mantras I played: 


ONG NAMO GURU DEV NAMO
Meaning: Ong Namo : I Bow to the creative power - divine energy - force, that created this entire universe, this cosmos
Guru Dev Namo : I bow to the great divine teacher that is within me.
According to Hindus, we all came from that same source, and the part of that source, that energy, that wisdom is also inside all of us. So this mantra allows us to take our attention inside, search of the wisdom inside.

Ganesh Mantra
ll Aum shrim hrim klim glaum gam
ganapataye vara varada sarva
janamme vashamanaya svaha ll

“Invocation to Lord Ganesh, son of Lord Shiva, who is the remover of obstacles, who guards the doorway to the enlightened realms. His blessing are essential for good beginnings.”

The one that I ended up playing for the actual ritual: burning B's pants was this:
Siri Gaitri Mantra:

Siri Gaitri Mantra offers radiant divine healing for yourself, others
and the world. The words to this mantra are:
Ra Ma Da Sa Sa Say So Hung
Ra means the sun and connecting with that frequency gives you energy.
Ma means the moon and it aligns you with receptivity.
Da is the the energy of the Earth, grounding you in your roots.
Sa is Infinity and as you chant this, your energy rises upwards and
outwards drawing in the healing the the Universe.

When you chant Sa a second time, you pull the energy of Infinity into you.
Say is a way of honoring the all-encompassing Thou. It is personal,
like a secret name for God.(Universe)
So is a vibration of merger.
Hung is the Infinite, the vibrating real. It is the essence of
creation. (So Hung together means, I am Thou.) The service of the
cosmic intelligence is within me.

from the Yoga Times Website

Jordan thought it was an incredibly comforting and hypnotic mantra. I did as well. It sort of picked itself and of course it's possible that Brendan was the one who chose it. I also thought it had a bit of an Irish sound to it. Which is appropriate given Brendan was half Irish.

Jordan and I played that song for 7 minutes and then I asked Jordan to place B's pants in the fire. He did; in such a careful, loving, conscious manner. It was very emotional for both of us, because in the process we each got a whiff of Brendan's familiar patchouli scent. (And Brendan claimed he wasn't a "hippie"😄😄)






Brendan's pants catching fire.









Jordan and I watched B's pants become consumed by the fire. It felt appropriate to play some Chopin during the rest of the time we sat quietly watching the flames. Brendan had been so excited for me to hear his father play Chopin last October when Al & Corinne came to Santa Cruz for a visit. The two we played (my favorites) "Romance" or Piano Cencerto No. 1, in E minor. And then Nocturne in Dd Op 27 No.2

The Green Blast of Light




Something I haven't told anyone....

The night of the accident I was driving from my house to Brendan's house. As I had mentioned, he had called me at 6:30pm and then again at 7:00pm, to tell me that he had a migraine and was leaving work early; that I should meet him at his house. I told him I would be there at around 9:00. It was about 8:50pm when I left my house. I don't know what time they airlifted Brendan; but as I was coming over the mountain, from my home, (5 minutes away from his), I saw a green blast of light in the night sky; like the one above. I remember thinking "wow, what the heck is that?" because it was such a large green flash. I did wonder at the time if it was some sort of helicopter (Medevac) on it's way to Dominican Hospital. I wonder now, was it the Medevac that airlifted Brendan to Santa Clara that I was seeing?

A few days after Brendan passed away, I thought about that light again. I wondered if it was a sign from Brendan that he was leaving this world? If he had his choice I'm sure he would choose to go out in a flash of green light. Knowing how much he loved the color green, pictured above.

I've been thinking about this experience on and off the past few months. This morning I decided to finally Google the following  phrase, "green flash of light in night sky". These images of comets came up. Now I wonder if I was seeing a comet or a meteor?

When I looked up the symbolic meaning of "green comet" or "green meteor" I found the following explanation.....It is not a good omen:
Green Comet/Meteor Symbolism

I don't know if I believe this. I thought I had given up all this kind of "nonsense" thinking. I was a pretty level headed agnostic before Brendan died. But I can't deny that I have been thrown off course these days. I'm revisiting my "past life" so to speak. My childhood and teenage years searching for the meaning of life. My 20's living in a Hindu Ashram. My 30's following any kind of New Age teaching that would give me insights into the meaning of life, death and creation.  Then I "smartened" up a bit, finished a Master's Degree and became more Scientifically inclined. In 2017 I read 7 Science Books about the human brain!  I thought I had outgrown this nonsense. Yet I find myself unable to explain too many recent phenomena or "Brendan experiences". What does it all mean? I have no idea. Absolutely no idea. I'm trying to trust, have faith, that there is a deeper meaning, a purpose, a divine plan. I want to believe it because it's comforting to me.

Yes, it's deeply cliche and almost too Hollywood and hokey for me to admit it when I say, "Brendan has always been apart of me, since the beginning of all eternity. Because if we are ALL timeless and eternal then HE has always existed, and I have always existed. I have always known him, I will always know him; and we will meet again.

Uncle Brendan's New Little Wonder....



As much as Brendan said he "hated kids" (ha ha! What a Drama Queen). I know he would have loved little baby Izzy. I really believe he would have been so happy for his friend Jason.  Brendan and I picked out a gift for Jason's baby a couple of weeks before he died. I'll try to find the text exchange between us. 

Brendan At Concerts


First Foot Into the Capitola Trader Joe's Store



The first thing I saw, when I stepped foot into the Capitola Trader Joe's Store, were Peonies. My very favorite flower in the world besides lilacs.  When it was Peony time I was going to ask Brendan to pick some up for me. I look forward to this time every year.  Last year he had bought me bunches.

I was thinking all day long on Saturday, that since Friday, May 18th was 100 days since Brendan passed from this earth, that I would need to push myself to visit the store. I hadn't been able to even step foot in there. Even parking my car in the parking lot was a bit traumatizing for me. I wrote a quick grocery list, with 6 things I would quickly pick up, get myself to the cash register and then get out as soon as possible. I arrived there at 7:00pm because I knew it would be fairly empty.  When I got to the freezer section I heard an upbeat, happy voice in my head...."WENDY!" It was Brendan's voice. I heard it so clearly. I answered, "Yes, Brendan, I'm here." I made it through the store with my 6 items and then got in the shortest cashier line.  I must have exhaled very loudly because the cashier exclaimed, "Wow! that was an big sigh." I made some reason up as an excuse; I didn't want to explain why. 

I was flooded with memories of picking B up late at night after work. Profound, profound sadness. I would never be able to do it again. I'd never drive us home at 11:00pm and listen to how his day went and what he planned to do when he arrived home. We'd take a left on his street (Avalon) passing the landmark building on the corner that Brendan said he wished he could buy and turn into a little Market. What he'd call "Lai-Wing's Market".  I'd pull out front of 314 Avalon St. Previous tenants had used his house number as a way to express 'pi' 3.14 and got rather "artistic" with house number. ......Brendan would then gather all of his things together....backpack, skateboard, bag of groceries; he'd struggle to unlock the gate (because he refused my help), then we'd go through the back entrance to his room.  He had two rooms, a bathroom, a back deck, and a huge garden. We called our sleeping room, "the cabin". It was pretty much a walk-in closet with wood paneling. But nice wood paneling. Very rustic, like the actual inside of a cabin; thus the name: "the cabin". I often went to sleep in the room about 1:00am in the morning. I had to get up as early as 6:00am for work. Brendan-a --notorious night owl---stayed awake until 5:00am.  The final days we were together we were on this "Everybody Hates Chris" TV show marathon.  We still watched British Drama, Comedy & Cooking Shows as well, but that was our "fun" show.  I'd of course be giving him a knee massage, foot & hand massage because of his chronic pain. As you will soon find out from reading these blog entries, Brendan was in chronic pain and I couldn't stand the thought of him hurting, therefore I was constantly massaging him. 

It's difficult reliving these memories. Yet, I crave B's company so very much and memories are all I have right now...