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Article ID: 6746
VoxAcct: 183273
Section: passages
Age Group: Adult
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Ellen Cannon Reed 2
Type of Passage: Death
Date of Passage: October 7th. 2003
Author: Yasmine Galenorn
Posted: October 7th. 2003
Times Viewed: 9,991
Dear Ellen:
By now, you are walking with Isis, your Lady, probably chatting with her about your time spent in this world of ours, trying to figure out how to help Chris make it on his own, and no doubt, you are peeking to see if the Great Mother has any basenjis tailing on the hems of her robes. You are out of pain, out of the great struggle, and on to a new adventure and a state we will only know once we cross that threshold just as you have.
I know all this, and yet I am crying. I'm crying for my loss, for Chris's loss, for the loss to our community.
You and I never had the chance to meet in person, but for two years, we've talked and vented and shared joys together. We delved into our beliefs about the Gods and found so many similarities that, even though I follow the Finns and you follow the Egyptians, we soon realized that we share a common vision about the nature of reality and the nature of the universe.
You didn't suffer fools, and I loved that about you.
You didn't put up with bullshit. And I loved that about you.
And you cared, more than was probably good for you. And I loved that about you.
When we first met through the Pagan Authors List, when you first invited me 'on board,' you looked at my website and saw a picture of Keeter-my Pakhit, my Queen Cat among my pride of furbles. You saw her picture and fell in love and cyber-adopted her. One night, late in the evening when neither Keeter nor I could sleep, "she" wrote you a silly letter, with every word misspelled. She told you she was a gud gurl and then complained that mommee wouldn't give her enough kitty treats. And she signed it Keeterz.
The next day, you wrote to me and scolded me for not giving Keeter all the treats she wanted. And then you wrote back to my Keet. And after that, every time "she" would write to you, you'd write back to her. And I would tell her each time that "Auntie Ellen wrote to you again today."
Each time you came out of the hospital after we'd met, one of the first things you would ask me was, "How's my Keeterz?" and I realized just how close we had become through cyberspace, and just how much the little things in life matter÷for they are the essence of life itself.
When you told me that you thought the leukemia was back this last time, I was afraid, because in my heart, I heard an alarm. I wrote, asking what the results were, but you didn't answer and I thought you were just busy. So I waited. And then I found out that you were dying, that the disease had swallowed you whole, into that dark night, pulling you downward on the final spiral. It had returned, and this time it refused to take no for an answer. I wrestled with a lot of guilt. "I should have called to ask, not just waited." "Why did I wait so long?" "Does she think I abandoned her?" But I've walked this path before, with my mother and my sister, and I realize that this guilt serves no purpose.
With all my heart, I hope you know how much you meant in my life. I hope you know just how much I respected you because Ellen, you are one of those rare individuals who truly, absolutely, believes with all her heart in her path, and who remained true to the end. You embody the very essence of Priestess-hood. You won my respect, not an easy task, and you did so by simply being the person you are. Your spirit shone far brighter than your body would allow, and that light can not be dimmed by death.
So Ellen, walk softly through the night with your Lady Isis. Cling to her and rest. Renew your spirit and be at peace with the knowledge that your life made a difference, you made a difference in this world for more people than you can imagine. You made the world a better place in which to live. And please, also know that we will not forget those you left behind, in our grief over losing you.
I am the better for knowing you. We all are. And with luck, we will meet again on the Wheel as it cycles through time.
Brightest love,
~the Painted Panther~
Yasmine Galenorn,
Priestess of Mielikki & Tapio
10/7/2003
Website: http://www.galenorn.com
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