On Wednesday, June 1st, 2016, our lives changed forever. My Eternal’s mother was called to be with Goddess, and she answered the call.
Over the past while, readers of the Tale might have noticed the ongoing theme of loss, pain, tears, and more. Some will know the pain that walks with us now, some haven’t felt it. The loss of one’s mother is something you can’t quite put into words. It doesn’t matter if you are a child and cannot understand why mommy isn’t coming home, if you have left home and begun your life when the call comes, or if you have known this moment was on the horizon and were trying to make the most of every moment with her. It hurts. There is pain when her voice cannot be heard again. Pain when you know you will never see her smile, share a hug with her … anything. And there are tears, so many tears that you can’t see why they would ever stop.
Our families, both that of the real world and that of the Realm, are mourning her …
The day came.
The morning had arrived with the sun coming over the Lake, the skies above being a particular shade of blue that hadn’t been seen before. Not a cloud was to be seen; the rains had come to a pause shortly before the sun rose. It was like a hand had swept through the atmosphere, making everything clear, smooth, flawless.
Goddess had been preparing for this day. She had heard the words of a son asking a question … of a daughter pleading … of a soulmate quietly whispering to her in the middle of the night. She listened to the dreams of the one that could not speak any more, but whose voice rang out regardless.
There comes a time and place where the moment must pass, the step must be taken. Eternity waited for another of her children to return home. Goddess understood this; her children understood that there was a time for all and when the time came it would. But there was a promise …
… They would not be alone.
As the sun continued to rise, she watched a singularly bright soul: one that had touched many, given much, and wished but for one thing more.
Tera had been preparing for this day. She had been awakened by the first rays of light entering their bedroom, having slept for the first time in months. Her dreams were fading away now, but, somehow, there was a calm within her, a promise of some kind. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but the feeling of having an answer was there in her dreams.
As she laid there for a time, she whispered a little prayer, offered a small plea that, even if it was only in the smallest way possible, that the day would bring with it some hope … somehow. Looking to the clock on the nightstand, her eyes flickered past it to settle upon a picture there. She smiled, something she hadn’t done in so long that there was a bit of oddness to the moment. Her hand touched the picture frame, a murmured wish was spoken to the one there. Not for the first time she wished she could do something, wished she could find the answer, wished she could seek out the solution. Her thoughts began to swirl as they did from dawn to dusk trying to seek out something, anything, she hadn’t already tried.
They were running out of time.
Turning over, her eyes fell upon her Eternal. Words were not needed, she just held him quietly until he awoke. They shared a sigh, a wan smile, a shared hope for a cherished soul they both loved.
Keith had been preparing for this day. From the first moment the news had been delivered to their family he hadn’t slept well, if at all. The tears had come, the anger had visited, the guilt came to reside within him. Day after day, night after night, the time ticked by.
The utter unfairness of it all was the thing that ate at him the most. How unfair it was that someone with her love, her caring, her joy, her bright and wonderful soul was given such an awful fate. This, more than anything else, was what simmered within him for so long. It brought the rain, the tears and more. Things changed when he had asked his question of Goddess, being given an answer that did, in many ways, allow him to find himself again.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept through the night, awakening not with the feeling of dread within himself, but instead finding a measure of peace. Laying there with his Eternal, seeing the sunrise, noting the particular shade of blue that the sky showed told him that the moment was coming.
A kiss shared, a whisper of urgency. They needed to go.
Mom had been preparing for this day. The days had become long, painful, awful things. Her mind was strong, but her body had weakened more and more. She knew the day would come, knew it was lurking in the distance. Sleep came more and more often, the time awake was fleeting. Words didn’t come as they once did. Sleep was a respite from the pain, the suffering, the awful moments.
But sleep also took her away from the things that mattered: the voice of her eldest saying he loved her; the touch of her soulmate’s hand on her own; the whispered promise of her daughter; the love of her family, generations of them that came to say three words that echoed within her; the telling sounds of her friends that came to be with her, passing the time and telling stories. They might not be sure that she understood them, but they were heard.
The day came after a long night, the bed being warmed by the sun. Sleep came again, calling to her in a voice she hadn’t heard before. The voice talked about the moment being here, that it was time to go. She tried to explain that she wasn’t done, that there was much left to do. She relaxed when she heard the promise that she would see it all, know of what would be next. Her breathing slowed, her heart fading away.
She wondered if it was alright to rest. She heard voices now that she hadn’t heard in ages mixed with the new voice she didn’t know. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t stay.
As she felt a hand she hadn’t known in so very long cup her own, her thoughts where not of herself, but of her love, her children, her family, and a promise made every day to them, one that she couldn’t make today. Or could she?
In that moment, in that instant, Goddess allowed her one last gift … for now. Words not spoken, but heard and held within the souls that loved her and always would.
Love you … See you soon …
See You Soon.