I liken the life of Tommy as a butterfly, because he was ever so fleeting. One moment we were celebrating his arrival, the next minute we were faced with his death.
We think it must have been because he was so frail and took so long to be born. Maybe he wasn’t strong enough to survive? I had explained to the kids the day he was born that he had to stand up to reach the milk – he had to have strength to survive. I told them how if you help a chicken to break free of the egg, it will die. The chicken must go through the difficulties of cracking open its birth chamber…. as that process makes its strong.
So for whatever reason, Tommy wasn’t strong enough and he passed away.
Nicholas brought me instantly into THE NOW after we told him what happened.
He exclaimed “OH NO”, and I instantly went into explaining…. he wasn’t strong enough bla bla bla…. but Nicholas cut me off and said “OH NO, now we have to dig a big hole” and my tears of saddness turned to tears of laughter as I realized that in THAT moment, Nicholas spoke the truth of what was happening. Tommy was gone. He was dead and now we had to deal with the body that WAS Tommy.
Thanks to Ali & Lex we didn’t have to dig the big hole – they brought up their digger and a beautiful frangipani to place over the grave.
All things pass…. animals.. people…. places…. nothing ever stays the same. And once again its all about “letting go”.
Blessings along your path.
Trudi
