Pat’s favourite author was Tolkien. She knew Death wasn’t the end but a new beginning closer than ever to your beloved spouse and God. You don’t leave your beloved spouse behind, you move closer within your oneness. Death is salvation: you begin the journey back to the Garden where we all were before the Fall. Pat knew the answer to her poem
“How do they know where to go, when night has come down,
When the waves burrow under the gale,
Where do the birds go, when they mourn off this dim coastline,
And night gathers them, and all lights blow out?”
She dreamt of this “… breaking free ,
Hair , skin, eyes, alone and naked,
Riding the wind above a raging sea.”
She is One with me in our heavenly Garden by the sea. No longer dream but reality!
Eric C. Bow 