The Day the Sun Disappeared

I find myself here, in the Lone Star state of Texas, chasing the celestial event of the sun disappearing in totality.

In a mere few days, the moon will cross paths with our sun; and, in the blinking of our eyes, light will turn to dark; day into night; warmth to the coolness of twighlight.

Daylight's blue sky will collapse and surrender into nightfall;

stars and planets displayed and all.

An extraordinary event a divinely chosen few will have the opportunity to experience.

My journey to the state of a Lone Star has shed light, and dark, on the ultimate metaphor. As a mother, losing a child and the subsequent eternal surviving of child loss is an eclipse in its totality.

The day a mother's child dies, is the day her sun disappears; in the blink of a mother's eye, light turns to dark; day into night; warmth into shrewd chill; joy into agony; unabridged to emptiness; her blue skies buckled into the nightfall of death.

Sawyer is remembered as having been Jesus-like. He walked this lifetime with the compassion, wisdom, and empathy of a disciple; loved his fellow humans with the sincerity of a saint. He was pained by the injustices of the world; dispirited by other's sufferings outside the reach of his mercy.

Ancient Christian text associate the crucification of Jesus with eclipses; perceived as the moon spilling the blood of Christ. Furthermore Christian beliefs elucidating the coming of end times and the returning embodiment of Christ among us.

Scholarly theory has utilized historical ecliptical events to deduce the exact date of Jesus's crucification/death to have been April 3rd (33 AD); serendipitously sharing Sawyer's death day of April 3rd, the day my sun disappeared.

Though darkness will fall upon our upcoming day as the eclipse swallows our light, the stars will illuminate our paths' shadows; deliverance of the returning sun, certain and promised.

See you at the moon's crossing, sweet boy of mine.