IN MEMORY OF A SON

I write this in memory of my son, PATRIK. He became very ill two years ago,
was treated in intensive care for about a month, and drew his last breath
on February 20th at 14:41 two years ago, tomorrow. He was 28.
I am still working my way through the sorrow emotionally, and writing
this is part of it.

During the latter part of this period a friend close to us reported seing a HERON flying very low and close to the road. I then sent her a poem that I came across in Egypt some years ago. It was from a pyramid vault in Giseh, 5th Dynasty. It mentioned a heron, that´s partly why I was fond of it, because those birds are so “mythical”. After this the same friend saw the heron again and a couple of others saw a heron around where they live.

To all of us these encounters became something more than just coincidence.
I myself imagined my son´s soul flying free, while his body lay motionless in half coma. This bird was perhaps a MESSENGER telling us to be prepared…

THIS IS THE ANCIENT EGYPTIAN POEM:

“I fly up from you old man
I am not of the Earth
I am for the Sky
I have soared to the Sky as a Heron
I have kissed the Sky as a Falcon
I am the Essence of a God
I am the Son of a God – the Messenger of a God
Behold!”

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