A couple of weeks ago we had our Pagan Pride even here in the Queen City,, and here are some of my dearest friends. The beautiful woman behind me (I am on one knee) with a swath of bright red hair is my wife from a past life,,, and still the love of my life.
The cycles of Life and Death are again repeating here in good ol' Charlotte. My dear dear friend Mother Rain Owl has suffered another tragedy which has us all questioning :"why''
Her father was killed the day before Samhain (Halloween) in a single car accident. Last year October took her husband, my friend and 'brother' Fox, and now again she has had another dear one taken. This woman is much loved by our pagan community as someone who always takes on others pain, and always is selfless in her giving and even in her pain is the 'rock' who does what must be done. She is one of my hero's, and one of the love's of my life.
Her father was a hoot, always saying what was on his mind and most likely everyone else's,, with a loud voice filled with laughter. He knew many of our close knit pagan group and treated us like one of his own, he will be sorely missed.
Please send healing thoughts to my dear friend Rain, it pains me to see her hurt again so deeply. She was very close to her father in a most wonderful and loving way.
The night I found out about her father I visited Dimitri at CAFE DA and read his post on spending time with his son, it really touched me, and reminded me,,, that you have to live each day as if it is your last.
Today is a good day to die, because I have lived each day to it's fullest.
This is my new motto.
Much love and light to Lee Fritts, the father of a most wonderful woman, Mother Rain.
Knowing a father who loved his daughter such as he did,,, it made me realize that there are good fathers out there,, may the god/dess' bless them all.