Thats so sweet, how come u dont write that for me, lol. Just kiddin, its very nice
 

She doesn't write it about you, cos you're not dead, Chris.

Have been thinking about Bill a lot lately, wishing he were more than just a spirit.
Wishing he could have gone north instead of south, he might still be with us.
Tho he tore my heart to pieces, on too many occasions,
He was still my closest and dearest friend,
As well as my lover and ex-husband.

I remember pulling that April's Fool joke,
that got him back for all the shit he did.
I remember his smile when he was happy,
And his frown and the look in his eye when he was angry.
I remember how he fell in love with both of us,
then dumped us both for another and married her.

I remember all those seemingly endless martial arts lessons,
and the time I went through the gauntlet
and he wanted to let me not finish because of an asthma attack,
but how proud he looked and spoke when i told him i wouldn't quit.

I remember the days back home when we had that drop-in center,
and all the people he touched for the good and for God.
I remember here in Tulsa,
how he returned to the pagan path
and taught me the basics of druidry
and that weird initiation
hundreds of people in the room on the astral plane,
but just him and me in the flesh
as i took not only my initiation vows
but also my druidic wedding vows
though we had been married for several years at the time.

So many joys
So many sorrows
Never realized that there would be an end
and have no tomorrows
in this life anyway.

He still watches over us
and has passed me many warnings
and a few other things
not mentionable on here :) lol

Soon I must do the rite
To send him on his way
to Caersidi: the Glass or Turning House
where he will make the others laugh
and the labor fields where he will work off some karma
but in 19 years he will return
and hopefully we will both be here
to welcome him back.

We mourn our loss of a friend and lover
But really, the Celtic way, is to rejoice for a death,
for the troubles of this life are over.
and to mourn a birth,
for the person is no longer free of them
and is born into a limited and troubled world.

To William Charles Ducharme
also known as
William HawkCaller
and
ShadowWolf
Go on your way to Caersidi
knowing we bear you longer
no ill will and no regrets
for knowing you
and having you in our lives.

Beannachta n'arDraiochte