Dafanie
14-01-2008, 10:13 AM
Last year my partner surprised me with a gift.
Not a small gift this one, it was a Limited Edition 3.2, V8, ‘Centenary’ Jaguar car - not many of this model were made.
And no ordinary car this one, it is huge and shiny, and full of torque and speed and show, a very spectacular vehicle.
It has a beautiful leather clad interior, and a huge engine, this car is totally over the top.
Yet understated
And David teased me terribly about it, especially when it dropped its transmission soon after and cost a fortune to repair. "That’s because of it’s torque you know" he said with that wicked grin of his.
I am not interested in cars, I was happy with my old one, but I am telling this story this because last night I had a dream...
I dreamed I went back to my where my Jag was parked and it was gone, it had been stolen from me. I went to the police and tried to get them to help me.
But they weren’t interested in helping.
I said "For goodness sake it is huge and they only made a few of them, you must be able to find it".
No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find it and matters got worse when I found that my wallet was in the car.
In my dream I tried to get on with my life , I went to several shops trying to buy food, in each shop forgetting I had no money.
I felt completely helpless.
When I woke I knew this dream was about David, it described him beautifully in the metaphor of this car.
David was so huge and shiny and spectacular
Totally over the top.
Yet understated
He had a beautifully clad interior.
And he had a huge engine that was full of caring and compassion
He carried us safely from one place to another
There are not many models like him and he sure had torque.
My car's engine could be fixed but sadly poor David's could not
My soul travelled in him and with him, and we travelled together
and apart, yet somehow still together.
And now I cannot get him back no matter how hard I try.
And I feel completely helpless.
In his death I have lost the way I ‘travel’. And I have not found it yet
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross said that our body is a cocoon and when we die, the butterfly is released and our soul flies free.
So now, free of that pain and illness at last, David is a butterfly, soaring in flight and playing with all the other butterflies.
Fly free my beloved friend
Dafanie
Not a small gift this one, it was a Limited Edition 3.2, V8, ‘Centenary’ Jaguar car - not many of this model were made.
And no ordinary car this one, it is huge and shiny, and full of torque and speed and show, a very spectacular vehicle.
It has a beautiful leather clad interior, and a huge engine, this car is totally over the top.
Yet understated
And David teased me terribly about it, especially when it dropped its transmission soon after and cost a fortune to repair. "That’s because of it’s torque you know" he said with that wicked grin of his.
I am not interested in cars, I was happy with my old one, but I am telling this story this because last night I had a dream...
I dreamed I went back to my where my Jag was parked and it was gone, it had been stolen from me. I went to the police and tried to get them to help me.
But they weren’t interested in helping.
I said "For goodness sake it is huge and they only made a few of them, you must be able to find it".
No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find it and matters got worse when I found that my wallet was in the car.
In my dream I tried to get on with my life , I went to several shops trying to buy food, in each shop forgetting I had no money.
I felt completely helpless.
When I woke I knew this dream was about David, it described him beautifully in the metaphor of this car.
David was so huge and shiny and spectacular
Totally over the top.
Yet understated
He had a beautifully clad interior.
And he had a huge engine that was full of caring and compassion
He carried us safely from one place to another
There are not many models like him and he sure had torque.
My car's engine could be fixed but sadly poor David's could not
My soul travelled in him and with him, and we travelled together
and apart, yet somehow still together.
And now I cannot get him back no matter how hard I try.
And I feel completely helpless.
In his death I have lost the way I ‘travel’. And I have not found it yet
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross said that our body is a cocoon and when we die, the butterfly is released and our soul flies free.
So now, free of that pain and illness at last, David is a butterfly, soaring in flight and playing with all the other butterflies.
Fly free my beloved friend
Dafanie