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An Open Letter to the Dead ~ Maura Cassiana Desouza

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012

Maura, there were yellow flowers everywhere. There were all types of them too. I could not name them. I wish I knew all the names of the flowers. And all the names of the trees. And all the names of the constellations. And all the words the Eskimos use for snow.

But then there is the story I heard recently of a famous monk who sat in a garden with another monk. They sat in silence for what seemed liked forever and finally one laughed and said, “They call that a tree.” Then they both laughed.

Yellow reminds me of you. And flowers remind me of you. But these are just words. Concepts to help us fill the void of some existential emptiness that makes us feel as if we’re losing ourself if we don’t have the labels.

"Sheena LaShay"

A yellow flower at the Dervish Center

I don’t need to see a “flower” or “yellow” to see you. I can feel you in everything if I call it to mind.  The memory of you lives on in everyone who calls you to mind.

It has been three years since your last metamorphosis. I wonder what names they call you now. I am sure they are all beautiful.

MAURA CASSIANA DESOUZA

June 23 1986 to May 19 2009

My Full Expression of Grief

Monday, March 26th, 2012

On December 23, 2010, I wrote “Hoping for a Year of Magical Living.” An excerpt. “I’m going to need 2011 to be death proof for me. I really need ONE YEAR where no one close to me dies. I’d more so like a Year of Magical Living instead. EVERY YEAR I have gone to a funeral or mourned the loss of a friend or family member since I was about 14 years old. So I’m just asking for one year. Just a reprise for one year, where I don’t have to process the death of someone I know. I am pleading, for my own sanity and peace of mind…let me have one year where it doesn’t happen. I don’t think that is a lot to ask for. And although I don’t like people having a sense of “entitlement”, I think I am ENTITLED to a year of living. Let me lose my mind, let me lose my way but please don’t let me lose another love. I feel like I’m the woman who never leaves the beach in “Trojan Women”. I don’t know that I have any cloak left to cover another dead body in my life.

 

My plea was out of desperations and heart ache. These people, who are so dear to me, were not mine to lose in the first place. They were not mine. They are not mine. And death is not permanent like we think. And energy cannot be created nor destroyed. And death is constant and always. I know this. I know this! I get it. What I think I needed was a breather. Even though death is as natural as life, the emotion of grief and the process of healing take a toll on the psyche. It affects your body. It affects your heart in ways you never imagine.  I needed a moment of stillness in my grief. I needed time to heal and to mend the pieces. That is what I experienced last year. A stillness and slight movement forward in the role of grief in my life. I needed time to properly mourn.

I was reading on The Jewish Virtual Library and these bits resonated with me…..

Mourning practices are extensive, but they are not an expression of fear or distaste for death. These mourning periods allow the full expression of grief.

All I can say is that I am grateful for a year of mourning, expression and healing. Sometimes, we just need a fucking break. I hope you have your year of magical living.

To learn the stories of some of the people that I love, click the links below.

Grandma Veola

Tinu Olateju

James Franklin Pyles

Maura DeSouza

Grief Playlist

(I play these in my melancholy or grieving)

Gettysburg by Sara Knox

Gravedigger (acoustic) by Dave Matthews

Devil’s Thunder by Rachael Cantu

Coming Home by Lizz Wright

A Storm is Going to Come by Piers Faccini

People Get Ready by Eva Cassidy

Make It Home Tonight by Jenn Grant

Jane, I Still Feel the Same by Matthew Ryan

Run Devil Run by Jenny Lewis

Troubled Waters by Cat Powers

“The Boneyard Prayer” preshow playlist by Redmoon

 

Happy Birthday Maura Cassiana DeSouza

Friday, June 24th, 2011

MAURA CASSIANA DESOUZA

June 23 1986 to May 19 2009

Maura would have been 25 years old today. But time is relative, so I will not focus on that. Usually my words are laced with sadness, even when trying to writer her birthday post. I admit, I suck at being happy when it’s the birthday of a friend who died. But I want to try. I want to try to find the ray of sunshine instead of tears of rain.

In fact, in this photo of her, there is sunshine playing in her beautiful blond hair. That is how I remember her. I remember her shining. Her smiling. Her dancing. She knew how to move her hips. She’s  Brazilian. I couldn’t expect anything less. Maura was and is a pure ray of sunshine. A life giver, a mood lifter, a sweet, wonderful woman.

Happy Birthday Maura. Not only was it an honor knowing you but it was PURE, ESTATIC, JOY. You were always so full of energy. Where ever you are, however you exist now, I’m sure birthdays are the least of things. But its a day set aside for me to reflect on your life and how you enhanced mine. Lydia said you smiled until the very end. To have the strength to be joyful and graceful, even in the end, Maura, you are more woman that I could ever be. You teach me so much.

I saw a sunflower the other day. The only thing to come to mind was your sweet, endearing smile. Also Maura, I found that even after writing this, I still needed a little pick me up. Its always Dr. Seuss that puts it into perspective for me.

Do not cry because it is over, smile because it happened. ~ Seuss

Learn more about Maura, by clicking Maura Cassiana DeSouza

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