Please offer your condolences to my friend Sheryl, aka Wren Wolfbane, Rainbow Tail Fae, and Dancing Peacock. |
For Sheryl and For Jon poetry by Michael F. Nyiri November 14, 2001 5:09am pst The beginning of our life arrives at the moment of our death, Yet that doesn't begin to console the raging hearts of the still living, Or explain the loss and pain to our children and family. We can accomplish much in our scant hours of existence in this plane, Yet there always seems to be unfinished business to be done, And the clock doesn't stop for the rest of the world. The world will grieve, and the individual souls will, too Yet nothing can stop the pain which those who are left will feel For days, for months, for years, until the passing arrives for them as well. This is the blessing and the curse of mankind. Yet sometimes nothing can prepare us for the suddenness of a life's eradication. I awake each morning and I greet the spirits, As the ancestors of humankind have done for generations: "It is a good day to die" The righteous and the just prepare for passing with each moment in the sun. Yet nothing can help to stop the tears from streaming down the faces of the survivors. Nothing this feeble soul can muster will serve to cause SoulGrief to flee, Because SoulGrief is our connection with the minds and hearts of Our Loved Ones. SoulGrief will permeate our beings, and rack our physicality with pain. SoulGrief is a cry to heaven and a shout into the bowels of Gaia's Rock hard permanence. There are hallowed hallelujahs harboring wonderful soulmemories You will share these deeply while you suffer your SoulGrief. There again is nothing anyone can say. He was a man, a father, a lover, a friend. He was imperfection with a purpose, and Although for him, perfection is attained, The hole he has left behind can only be filled by memory Love, And SoulGrief. I stop my daily life for a moment to grieve with you. Yet I know this cannot console you much. The door to all of life's mysteries lies beyond the final living breath. "It is a good day to die" Yet nothing can serve to answer why To those of us left behind this morning. |
In Loving Memory Jon Helmic December 25, 1964 to November 13, 2001 |
This page was last updated on: November 16, 2001
Please offer your condolences to my friend Sheryl, aka Wren Wolfbane, Rainbow Tail Fae, and Dancing Peacock. |
NOVEMBER 16, 2001 DEAR DIARY, Merely two months after the shock of finding that one of my email correspondents had passed away, and that was a week before Sept. 11th, I just received the following email from my webfreind Sheryl, or Wren Wolfbane, whose link I featured on this page when we were fighting alongside each other in the Site Fights. "My husband; Jon A. Helmic, wonderful father to three beautiful boys, and the love of my life and soulmate, passed on into spirit, November 13th @2:15p.m. These past few months he had been trying to get his blood pressure under control. He had a blood vessel burst in his brain Monday morning, and he never recovered. He was 37, he was born on Christmas day." Needless to say, this "email edged in black", a matter of fact description of the loss of this great bear of a man, from his loving wife drained my heart until sore, and caused my SoulGrief to pour unabashedly into the Universal Being. Jon's death was sudden, he was far too young, and he has left behind his true soulmate, and three young touseled haired sons, who will now have to grow up with merely the fading memory of their father. I was overwhelmed upon reading these sad but noble words of Sheryl's, and though I don't know these wonderful people personally, I do probably know them more personally, by perusing their pages on their websites, than most of my actual freinds and acquaintences. Immediately after reading the email, I hit reply, and composed the poem "SoulGrief" (Accessible through the "current" link). I wrote it for Jon's lifeforce, and for hris Mother Gaia and sons who are still on the Earth. I was reminded of the declaration which young braves used to proclaim upon riding into battle. "It is a good day to die." Jon battled his blood pressure, and in the end his battle was lost. But the final battle isn't over, and Sheryl still feels his presence through her SoulGrief. I have never experienced such incredible spiritual energy than what I feel when I "visit" Sheryl and Jon, and their family and friends. She is a true mystic, and I hope that Jon's mystical aura is enhanced and kept by her side comforted by his totem, the Bear. LIfe Really Begins at the Moment of Death, and for Jon, it was a good day to die. |
As I finally prepare to launch this page at Homestead, it is now 6:33pm on the evening of November 16th. It is a Friday, and I stayed home from work today to create this page, in Memoriam for a man I didn't really "know" but a man for whom I feel a special love all the same. Jon Helmic died Tuesday November 13th of a brain hemmorage. |
