When someone dies they always leave behind a gift. When my grandmother died, she freed me from a promise. When my father died, he granted me a new cycle. When my friend died, he taught me to drop envy. When my teacher died, he showed me the endless inner flame. To be gifted so many gifts by death is a blessing. I am still exploring the living worlds that they opened up to me in their dying.
As ever, D.
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