Day 1151-Overflowing

Sometimes it’s just all too much. We wonder why me, why now, how much more am I supposed to take? I’m on Facebook and I see my cousin’s daughter posted a picture of her and her son with the simple status update “feeling angry”. I wonder what’s up. Tanika has been doing well. She’s just had a successful surgery and lost over 100 pounds. Her job seems to be going well. Then I see a cryptic post from her daughter. I piece it together. Something dreadful has happened to Tanika’s son, Savonne. I don’t know the young man. I might have met him a family reunion.  He looks vaguely familiar. My heart goes out to Tanika. Her son, just 25 years old, has made his transition, suddenly and unexpectedly. I know that pain. My heart is broken, again.

I wait a couple of hours and then call my mother, my go-to for family news, she tells me what she knows. Savonne has overdosed. Just a few days ago, his mother had posted a picture of him in the ER where he had gone for a broken ankle and foot he sustained in a fall. He was scheduled to go in for surgery tomorrow. There will be no surgery. His body has been found.

I wait a day to call my cousin- his grandmother. She’s such a distant cousin, I couldn’t begin to tell you how we are related by blood. But, she’s just a couple of years older than I am and she and my mother were very close. We grew up together, so she’s as much of a first cousin to me as any of my others. I flashback to last year when I had to make this same call. You see, last year, her granddaughter, Yazzie- just 16 years old, made her transition due to a previously undiagnosed disease. In a matter of days, she was gone. I called Buffy and tried to give her comfort then. I had no idea what to say. Buffy and I don’t talk often. We haven’t spoken since I made that call. But, I have to call, even if there are no words. I pick up the phone and dial nervously, wondering if they’ll come and what words will come. How do I talk to her knowing she is experiencing this again, her girls are experiencing this again?

She tells me the details, as much as she knows, surrounding his passing. As I said, I didn’t know the young man. It sounds like he was somewhat troubled, but he was a sweet mama’s boy. They call him Little Savonne. Due to an ongoing investigation and respecting the family’s privacy, I won’t comment on the circumstances of his passing other than to say my heart was ripped apart as I thought of the things his mother, aunts, grandmother, and sister must be thinking. There are so many questions surrounding the circumstances that they don’t know. “Did he die alone? Was he scared? Did anyone else have a hand in his death? Was he calling out for his family? Was he in pain?” I want to tell my cousin what I know. The answer to all of the above is probably “No”.  I want to tell her the story of the medium who connected with a woman being driven to her murder. She saw it all through the woman’s eyes. While in the back seat being driven to the place where she was to be murdered, she looked up and saw an angel who motioned her to come with her. She left her body and avoided the trauma her body would go through. I want to tell her of all the NDE stories I’ve heard of people who have left their bodies before the moment of death, watching the whole thing from above with mildly interested attachment to what was their body. I want to tell her that, according to Swedenborg, no one dies alone. At the very least, there were two angels to meet him. I want to tell her that the moment we leave our bodies, we don’t care what happens to the body any more than we care what happens to a coat we give to Goodwill.  But, my cousin is a traditional Christian. I don’t know how she will receive any of this, so I sit with her feeling the pain of uncertainty she feels until it overwhelms me. Why are these tears in my eyes? Why is my voice cracking? I talk to parents going through this every day.  Why is this touching me like this? It’s been a rough week I guess. I feel a lot of emotions welling up in me and they have to get out, now.

I quickly get off the telephone. Her granddaughter has come over with her newest great-grandchild. This is my excuse to get off before I lose it. It’s just too much for me to hold in right now. I let it go, the tears are flowing. Tywana comes into the room and thinks someone else has died. She asks if it’s Kayla, is it Grammy, is it Poppy?  She doesn’t see me crying like this every day. I have to compose myself enough to get out the word ” I just talked to Buphenia.” It’s all I can get out right now. I can’t speak. I’m feeling her pain right now. I’m feeling Tanika’s pain, I’m feeling Tonia’s pain as she relieves the loss of her Yazzie along with the loss of her nephew Savonne. And I feel Buffy’s pain watching her two girls go through losing two of their children. All of my knowledge can’t take away their pain. Their pain is coming through me and I have to let it out.

Savonne’s family doesn’t have the money to cover the cost of the funeral. They have started a GoFundMe. As of this morning, they are about halfway to their goal.  If you can donate, even a very small amount, it would be most helpful. Many hands make light work. Pennies, add up to nickels, to dimes, to dollars. The link is here: https://www.gofundme.com/savonne-jr039s-memorial

I would say Rest In Peace, Little Savonne, but I don’t think Little Savonne is resting. You see, what else I know is Yazzie was probably there to meet him. I know the spirit world knew several weeks ago that he’d be coming. I know he’s probably met Buffy’s mother for the first time- his great-grandmother. I know he’s healthy and whole. And, I know he’s watching over his family and will be at his service where they will honor his short time here. And, I know he’s trying to bring comfort to his mother, his aunties, and his grandmother right now.

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  1. Three weeks ago, I got an urgent text from my brother. He and his wife had suddenly gone to Houston because her mother had heart attack. She was gone before they arrived. He left his 17 year old daughter and his 18 year old son behind, for the first time.

    His son found his younger sister unresponsive in her bedroom. 9/11. Frantic phone calls, family mobilizing. My brother and his wife breaking land speed records to get home.

    My niece lived. It was a suicide attempt. It left her physically scarred but more willing to open up than ever before. Maybe it was a blessing disguised as something terrible.

    My brother had been suicidal himself. Few know. Now he sees what it does to people to know you are in such pain and unable to help.

    This world is a place of great joy, and great pain. My favorite spiritual books say that you do not feel pain upon death. That was the one thing I didn’t believe. I hope I was wrong.

    I need everything to happen for a reason. Maybe that isn’t true but I need it to be true so I try my best to make it that way.

    Maybe that helps me to deal with the pain of feeling my pain along with the pain of so many other people. The pain of my family. Your pain. My niece’s despair.

    That same spiritual book says that we are the actual sins and daughters of god, and within us is the power of creation, but that we have forgotten our source. We’re here to participate in dramas, playing every role, exploring the human condition from every angle, as if we were all a television camera showing the shot from our particular angle. 7 billion angles, the consciousness of god watching it all at the same time.

    The white Supremacist cop is the black man who feels the crack of his baton. Everyone playing roles, forgetting it’s a role, lost in the experience of physical reality.

    I don’t know if it’s true, but it is as good an explanation as any.

    Sending compassion, empathy and love. I am so deeply sorry for your loss.

    1. Thank you for your compassion and for sharing your story, Brigetta. I hope your niece makes a full recovery and I wish healing for your family.

      I do believe that it all happens for a reason. And, I do believe that once we recover from this amnesia upon awakening on the other side all manner of things will be healed.

  2. Dear Brian,

    I’m so sorry to hear. Such a hard challenge; life here is so challenging! I have to keep remembering “Only Love Is Real.”
    It’s a difficult illusion, painful, exhausting at times. Please know my husband and I send our love to you, Ty, and your family.
    One day at a time, one breath at a time. May there be peace through all this unhappiness. May your family’s love, on both sides now, strengthen you all. and bring peace.

    My heart is with you,