I think that as a culture we have an unhealthy relationship with death. It's often viewed with negativity, as something to avoid or escape, and carries a gloomy shadow within our thoughts of it, which then lingers on for the people it leaves behind.
And maybe that's because as a culture we are unhealthy. In this day and age people are dying all the time of untimely deaths ~ whether it's from the insane amount of new illnesses and diseases that are abundant, or from the terrible violence we see everywhere.
Apart of healing ourselves and our life, means we also need to heal our relationship we have with death. We need to accept it as the natural mate to life. And that’s not to say we can't grieve at the passing of loved one. I believe that the amount we grieve is proportionate to the amount we loved. So let's grieve and love in celebration for a life well lived, and at the completion of the Spirit's work on this plane.
We all want to live a long fulfilling life. We all want to leave this existence surrounded by our loved ones, drifting away peacefully with satisfaction and contentment in our hearts. My Papa was blessed to have lived that long and fulfilling life. Astrologically speaking, he passed away in the Pisces years of our human cosmic clock, reaching meaningful and significant points of transit for the Souls evolution. At the time of his passing, the Moon was directly over his Neptune. Neptune represents our connection to Spirit, the source of all of our visions and dreams, and the piece of us that transcends all of time and space. This transit of his death invokes the image of my Papa's spirit being carried away in the cradling arms of our Cosmic Grandmother, as she guided him across the threshold and back home.
He left behind a great legacy of which he should be immensely proud. He was the patriarch of a fierce and strong Walsh clan. I am incredibly grateful for these roots I have been given and to have such a badass family. I'm so thankful that I was able to spend much of my childhood with him ~ so many afternoons spent sitting on the family room floor watching golf. And although not many words were exchanged, there never had to be. There was always an unspoken energy that filled the space with simplicity and love, and washed away all the worries in the world. And it is these feelings which I embody when I think of him.
I'll never forget you, my Papa. I couldn't even if I tried. Your essence is and has always been apart of me. As with all my ancestors, your memories linger in the depths of my bones. I will wear your name proudly as I continue my path forward, remembering my lineage and all the karma that holds.
Written by: Megan Walsh