Dear Libra,

Thank you for sharing your very
painful story with us. The fact that
you started this forum is a sign that you're finally emerging from the years of Depression that
followed little Jordan's death.

It's time to put the past to rest,
my friend. That doesn't mean you
shouldn't remember your baby son,
but that you shouldn't let yourself
dwell on his untimely passing. Your
husband and daughter need your full
attention and affection, and you
need theirs.

If I had been at the services for
your son, Libra, here is the eulogy
I would have spoken. I hope they
give you some small sense of comfort
and closure after all these years.

Little Jordan has returned to the
Universal Soul, the ocean of energy
that was, is, and will be our home.
Like a wave that crashes onto the
beach, Jordan has given up his form,
his body. But his soul, like the
water in the wave, has returned to the Ocean of Being.

I believe that Jordan is with God and His angels in a heavenly realm
of dazzling light. I believe that God has immersed Jordan in total,
unconditional love; a love that is
peaceful and calm, infinitely warm
and infinitely caring.

I believe that God is crading Jordan, nursing him, nurturing him,
and telling him, wordlessly, that
he's safe forever; that he's Home.

Deep down in the core of our being,
each of us has caught glints and
glimpses of that Love, that Light.
We'll know it in all its splendor
when we, in our time, return to our
eternal home.

Tomorrow promises to be a beautiful
day in the tropics: pristine, fresh,
and newly minted. I'm going to take
a long walk south on the beach near
my home. And when I'm far from the
crowds, I'm going to kneel down by
the water's edge, say a quiet prayer, and write Jordan's name in
the sand. The wavelets will erase his name, but not his memory. Life is lent us, leaves us, and
accompanies us never.

Rest in Peace, my little friend,
Rest in Peace.

Blessings,

Owen