Today is a very sad day.
Today, I, together with my family had to bury a nephew.
Today I had to reckoned and face the truth that when it’s your time then it it’s your time.
My cousin’s son who grew up with us; who grew up with my nephews from my sister; whom we treat like our own went on a trip last Friday with some of his friends. He had an accident and was rushed to the hospital where he was declared to be in a coma.
He passed away last Sunday.
He was protected with the Vajrapani Ruel and Kalachakra pendant.
He was not wearing them.
He was just having fun.
He fell from a 7 feet high ledge.
He went to a coma.
He was born in 2003 in the year of the Sheep.
His chart shows that he should be careful this 2017.
His mom got him the Vajrapani Ruel and the Kalachakra pendant.
He wasn’t wearing or carrying them with him because his friends will tease him about it. I wanted to blame his friends for teasing him, if only they know how to respect the belief of other people they would not have not tease him. My nephew will not have to be forced not to wear them. But the truth is it’s not their fault.
He wasn’t wearing them because his father understands how embarrassing it was to be teased so he agreed to keep them from him until he come back from the trip. It was easy to blame him. I was blaming him. But my friend BM pointed out it’s not the time to blame anybody, and remember he is the father. But the truth is it’s really not his fault because he simply grew up not believing in Feng Shui. It’s ingrained on him even if his wife, my cousin, practices Feng Shui.
He wasn’t wearing them because my nephew wasn’t wearing them because peer pressure takes precedence over his belief in Feng Shui. He grew up with us and so maybe it was my fault. I wasn’t able to ingrained on him the importance of Feng Shui and of amulets. But BM said and my Guru Lama said it was nobody’s fault. It temporarily shook me and though I never questioned the truth about Feng Shui and amulets and Buddhism, I immediately wondered whether when he was growing up I did enough to teach him about Feng Shui, about Taoism, about Buddhism. But it was nobody’s fault. He stayed with us until he was 11 years old.
He was 13 turning 14 next month.
He was young.
He can be a little stubborn at times, but he is a good boy.
He was just having fun, supervised by several adults.
He fell only about 7 feet.
He went into coma.
He passed away.
He left us wondering why is it sometimes this world can be cruel.
But it was his time. Maybe he wasn’t wearing the amulets because he was meant to go already.
Still it’s painful and it shook us to our core.
We will miss him.
We will have to learn to live without him.
We buried him today.
It was his time.