How do we deal with the death of one of us?
Uncle Ap died on Daddy B's birthday.
Ap's family, who hated his choice in lifestyle and his choice in family, kept Mama K and Daddy C away from the funeral. Ap's ex-fiance was there, claiming to still be his fiance. In M's face.
My family is hurting.
A packmate is gone.
I howl for him tonight.
I love you, Ap. We love you. We'll see you when you get back.
Mama Coyote
1 comment:
*snarls at the hate and ignorance some people choose to embrace in themselves and inflict upon others*
*holds space, love, comfort and compassion for you and your Pack*
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