I didn't know Sandra for very long, but I had all the time in the world for her - she was the HPS of the first coven I joined. Around the beginning of this year, she and I had some conversations I shall treasure always, as she spoke from her experience. The extra time allotted to her allowed her to do some very important work, and I have every faith that she now reaps the harvest of wisdom.

Doreen Valiente wrote this poem on the death of Robert Cochrane (whose death was also untimely), and I feel it to be appropriate here, too.

Elegy for a Dead Witch --

To think that you are gone, over the crest of the hills,
As the Moon passed from her fullness, riding the sky,
And the White Mare took you with her.
To think that we will wait another life
To drink the wine from the horns and leap the fire.
Farewell from this world, but not from the Circle.
That place that is between the worlds
Shall hold return in due time. Nothing is lost.
The half of a fruit from the tree of Avalon
Shall be our reminder, among the fallen leaves
This life treads underfoot. Let the rain weep.
Waken in sunlight from the Realms of Sleep.

~ Doreen Valiente

I shall miss you, friend.
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Lady,

Your children may be sad as they will miss your laughter and the wisdom you've shared with them. They will be relieved that you not suffering anymore.

Yet your spirit has reached it's real home. Making ready for the next journey. May the lessons learned in this life be the wisdom for the next.

Goddess speed.