Full Moon Funeral
"No, Beth is on her way. I don't want to bother you."
"That's OK, you're not bothering me," I said. "Just call me when you're ready." I had been in bed reading.
I knew I wouldn't be sleeping that night. I had so many thoughts and questions. When would she call me back? Should I just go? Did she really need me but not want to say it? What supplies would I need?
I got up, got some clothes ready, checked my bag, and prepared a snack. After an hour, Laura called me back to say that Beth was in transit and would be awhile. She was having car trouble. We agreed I should come over.
The largest full moon I ever saw illuminated the highway directly in front of me. Grandmother Moon provided a brilliant beacon, a path. For many years I was a home birth midwife and called my practice "New Moon." Now, as I left to attend my first home funeral, I was being led by the full moon.
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