The month of October is particularly hard for me. It’s my Stevie’s birthday month. We celebrate his life in every year. I personally celebrate him everyday. I will be doing this until I see him again in the flesh in the new earth…
He was a man of many talents, and traveled the world, China, India, Israel, USA, UK, Europe. His next stop would have been Russia. He was passionate about God, his family, his friends, cricket, history, Indian food, and he loved a good debate. He developed a reading app for underprivileged kids in the USA. His favorite cities were Jerusalem & Paris. He walked in the steps of Jesus, from Bethlehem to Golgotha. He purchased houses for the homeless and befriended the destitute. He would sit on the pavement with beggars and chat to vagrants.
I miss his laugh, his dance, his humor, his enquiring mind, his generosity, his kindness, his compassion for the homeless and poor, holding his hand and his physical presence. His friends called him “sentimental Stevie” because he loved talking about deep things. You could say he was an old soul an *indigo child…
He had friends of every belief, Hindus Jains, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Buddhists, Christians and he loved finding out more about people and what they believed.
He is not gone because I feel his presence all around me every single day, and he sends me many signs to tell me he is still with me…
Today is his birthday, he would have been 36, he changed worlds 3 years ago. I feel him all around me, guiding me, watching over me. I feel honored that he was given to me for 33 years, he was and still is one of my greatest teachers, he taught me how to forgive.
His friend’s from India named him Satish which in Sanskrit means “one who is truthful”.
I carved my grief
into the bark,
beyond the known,
beneath flickering sunlight
where fairies do roam,
and the forests sigh
in remembrance
of my child
for he once walked
in sacred woodlands
so free
and so wild…
his feet left a trace on foreign lands
he’s written into the marrow,
into the timeless expanse…
In clearings of exquisite light,
he glows,
steeped in the essence of indigo…
©AllysoAlly2020
and after all, like John Lennon says…”we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun”….
one of his favorite bands…
*Indigo children are considered to be freethinkers with profound insight into the human condition and an ability to see the truth clearly. As spiritually gifted old souls, indigo children find it hard to fit into mainstream society and often become misunderstood, rejected, or misdiagnosed and medicated.
He looks angelic, Ally 💖. Truly, there is a special light in his eyes 💖. I feel that if I had met him we would have become very good friends! 😊. You are so blessed for having such a beautiful son 💖. I am sending you my loveliest thoughts 💖. 🌹🌿🕯🌿🌹
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Thank you so much Trini, your words mean a lot to me and your lovely message lifts my heart. I appreciate your love and beautiful thoughts. xoxo
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💖💖💖💖!!!
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He looks such a beautiful soul. This bought trars to my eyes. Sending you love and a,warm hug. 💙
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Thank you so much, I really appreciate your comments. Sending love and hugs back! xoxo
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Thanks for sharing more of him with us on this special and difficult day.
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Thank you my friend, I appreciate you being around for my journey. We had a good day on his birthday! xoxo
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So glad to hear that.
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His smile is so gentle and engaging. His work lives on in all the lives he’s touched. Thank you for sharing his life brave Mama. Hugs for you sweet Ally and your beautiful indigo boy.
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Thank you my beautiful friend, this is my way of both honoring him and healing. Hugs back to you, Gina! xoxo
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What an amazing man! Sounds like he’s left a lasting legacy 😊 Sending hugs❤️🙏🏻❤️
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Thanks Sue, he did and some of the things he did and the people he helped I only found about after he changed worlds. xxxx
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Don’t feel alone, he will stay forever with you and you can feel him around you. Proud of your son. Take care.
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Thank you so much, that means a lot to me. xxx
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Take care
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Thank you, you too!
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“Satish, which in Sanskrit means one who is truthful’.” It sounds like the world is a better place for having the experience of him.
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Thank you Jordan, his time here may have been short but he left an impact.
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God bless you and your son. This is a truly wonderful tribute post.
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Thank you, that is so kind of you to say. xxxx
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What a wonderful tribute to your precious son, dear Ally. Your poem brought tears to my eyes, but your last stanza is especially touching and beautiful. Hugs to you. xxx
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Thanks, Sylvia. I try to honor him every year and though the days before his birthday are hard, we always have a celebration. He would want me to be happy. thanks for your kind words. xxx
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I can feel the reflection of an old soul from his eyes… 🙂
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Thank you for saying that, it means a lot to me that you see his old soul.
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