My middle, younger brother died July 30 from cancer; will not dump my feelings of extreme dislike toward that disease, only to say that it now rivals the hatred I have for addiction! Coulter was a gentle spirit with a mischievous sense of adventure that kept the family on its toes. I miss his energy terribly and am so sad he is gone. I find I am struggling to even get into the anger and feel enough to write goodbye.
I said goodbye; released his body in love, voicing the words his human needed to hear. He was a great brother – all three of my brothers are true blessings in my life. My head tells me all kinds of stuff, my heart tells me he is gone to “a better place” blah, blah, blah and my spirit guides wait patiently for me to crack as I hold on desperately to nothing.
Coulter has visited me as a freed spirit in many forms, most pronounced the red-tailed hawk. Be well, be free, be happy! I am sad you are gone and not here with me, my brother. Most of all, I am sad for me as I am here and you are there - knowing all once again.
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