Barb took my hand and walked me up to my dad’s open casket
that sat in the chancel of the church. I
remember her warmth, and hand squeezes as I cried. She took a small amethyst and placed it in my
dad’s hands. At home, under a backyard
tree, I ask her, “Why the amethyst Barb?” She told me amethyst protects
travelers, and is a calming stone providing balance, peace, and connections
between the earth and other worlds. Her
words forever changed how I remember my dad’s death. I’d been caught up in my own sorrow, and she
was focused on my dad’s journey. Flowers
the colors of amethyst, now bring a smile as I think about the journey we call
life.
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