August 3rd- Magic Lost – Chris Ritchey
THE MAGIC – LOST
Three years ago, I wrote of the dedication of Settlers’ Watch. You, my son, had designed the invitations and the commemorative booklet for me – it was the last graphic design project you did- but you weren’t at the ceremony- you weren’t feeling so well and needed to rest. I thought, at the time, it was the aftermath of all the chemo and stem cell transplants catching up with you. There were other mothers there that day some in hope – some in grief – some just plain worried for their sons already born and waiting to be born:
August 3rd 2009
There is a bond between a mother and her child and that of a son that I defy anyone to dismiss lightly. Just like a father and daughter hold that precious relationship dear there is something about a mother and her son. I can’t explain it – I can’t tell you what it is but a mother knows just how her “sister” is feeling when another of her ilk is grieving, worrying , scared and also proud of her son, no matter his age……….During the ceremony at Settlers’ Watch on Saturday there was a group of mothers linked by that little greenspace- a sub story to that of the day – we have held our collective breath and recognized each others pain, worry and tears – these mothers of sons.
Two more mothers from that day now grieve for the loss of a son. Just like the flowers returning every spring on that little patch of green so does our grief, lying fallow for just a few moments as time passes only to push its way through earth of life to the surface to bloom once again- a flower of grief fed by undying love, watered by a mother’s tears – happiness thwarted by loss of our sons.
( Celtic Knot -symbolises the infinite complexity of interconnected forces of life, and the Celtic belief that creation has no beginning or end.)
The very special magic, that was you ,has been denied the world and it has also left a void that none can fill in my heart and essence. An echo of your laughter reverberates through my mind, a phrase, a word still lingers , your artwork still speaks everyday , and everyday I find more and more memories of magic as I continue my journey in search of you.
The Otherworld: Where spirits, gods and goddesses live.
The Mortal World: Where we who are left live along with plants and animals.
The Celestial World: Where unseen energies live and move about. Like the forces of sun, moon, wind and water.)
Three – and the symbolism of three
The number 3 means so many things to so many people all over the world, they live by their religious beliefs founded upon three- but three to me has become the icon of losing the magic that was my son…………………. December 3 rd ………
Life is eternal and love is immortal; And death is only a horizon, And a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. – Rossiter W. Raymond
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