The two of you broke down so many walls of pain that hemmed you in.
You walked through the fires to each other.
You faced your fears, looked into each other's hearts and let hope and trust give birth to love and dreams.
The two of you refused to merely exist, safe in the confines of yourselves and you dared to risk breaching the shadows and fears that surrounded you; you dared to fly.
And you soared together and touched heaven and the music of the Mother fills you, and there is no distance, no farewell that can ever change the way you forever changed each other, with the courage to love, and to live.
Pixie, Samantha, beautiful Sam . . . know you are Jesse's angel; because of you, he was never again alone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4Me5btoCJ0
Now, Pixie . . . grieve for your loss, mourn your mate, but without regret. You dared to love, you didn't hold back, even when you were afraid. That is more than many, older and supposedly wiser, will do.
Celebrate that always. Great music will come from it.
*the photo is one of Andrew's he graciously said to use, with his sympathy and condolences
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