MY BROTHER


It all started nine months before Weldon was born. Everybody was so excited. I was the most impatient.

When he was finally born, everybody was there except Grandmother, but she did get to hold him a few times. I only got to change his diaper once. I did learn Mom's Little Bitty Boy song and sang it to him when nobody was listening. But it appeared that every time I did, someone was listening. Everybody was listening.

He died not too many days after I got my picture taken with him. That was a time of sorrow. Even my classmates wrote a book called We're Sorry About Your Loss.

The funeral was on Saturday.

Gifts were put into a cauldron, including one note to the Mother of the Summerlands, and that was my gift.

In the note, I asked the Mother of the Summerlands if she would accept him.

He never even got to learn to walk or talk.

I cried.

I prayed to Artemis.

The answer to my prayer was that Weldon is still alive, but we can't see him.

Now Weldon is in the Summerlands.

He is growing and learning.

That's the story.

Home  |  My Story  |  Dads & Grief  |  Nonpagan Family & Friends  |  Reflections of a Year Passed  |  After The Fall
Egil's Lament  |  Stefan's Story
Rituals  |  Helping  |  Celebrating Wel's Life  |  Poetry  |  Lyrics  |  Links