My Sweet Captain:
I cry for you.
Streaming, grieving, waters sliding down my cheeks.
There are those who opine that this flow of emotion ought to be checked and measured. The thought process goes something like this: shouldn’t there be fewer tears because you were not human?; or should there be more tears because you were not?
No! Grief cannot, should not, be judged in this way. My tears simply exist. Just as you, dear Captain, existed. You existed, and you mattered.
May ALL beings on this earth, regardless of form, be shown far greater respect and decency than you were.
It is my greatest hope that in your last breathing hours you experienced a lifetime of love emanating from those kind souls who picked you up, held you close and did everything humanly and humanely possible to ease your suffering. May it be those memories of selfless compassion and caring that were the ones that guided you home.
And may the memory of the loving people who heard your cries and responded with their hearts always guide me in this intention:
Let us never say, “there is nothing I can do”. Let us always ask, “How can I help?”
Captain. My Captain. OUR Captain. I cry for you.