My mama / David Sargent (Son)
These are just a few things, e-mails etc,
I love you so much, we will all be there soon after my mom's remains are released into the vast oceans of universe.
I want to keep the memory of one of the most wonderful, and purist people the world ever had the chance to love. She is free and her Meta (love) will return to the universe where this wonder of humanity was born of. She will never be forgotten, never stop being loved, cherished by all that knew her, and all that she helped.
We were all blessed to know this miracle of unconditional love. Her energy has returned to its mother, the oneness of the universe, the stars, the life force, you me and all that is and ever will be. FREE, the one thing my mother understood so well. She would not want us to be scared for her, or morn for her. But be happy for the fact that she is free of the suffering that plagues us all.
I don't think that she would want us to be sad when she is let go. So lets please not wear black at that time, it just wouldn't be her. Lets all be happy then, crying is OK but true sadness is not what she would want. Lets celebrate her life and love and let her live though us, forever.
I love all, in the same way that she did. And that has been the hardest thing in life for me, to love and be scared of others understanding that Passion for all life. Considering that both of my parents were not of the norm, its not a surprise that like them I can see through all false reality's all see that life is all the same, we are all born loving, kind and true to compassion. But this false waste of life's miracle that society is today will stop as much as possible with my mothers love though me.
Let's say goodbye, so what she has become can move on. She is Free again.
Love David, son of true love.
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Thank you for the Mother's Day card!
What a really fantastic message... I'll bet few Moms get something written by their child/children, so felt by the heart, I never forget what we learned together as you grew up!
Even though we don't get to communicate very much, we are still connected by what I like to call the silver thread. We have so much commonality, that I feel we are sometimes in the same space at the same time, being held by a silver thread of love.
Call me when you can.
I love you.
Mom
http://www.hsuyun.net/index.html my masters web site
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