For Zy, Our Warrior

Once upon a chocolate rainbow, there lived two candy clouds called Pink M and Blue M.

Pink M wasn't always called Pink M - because she wasn't always pink! When she was a small sugar puff cloud, her soft, warm, marshmallow centre was covered in a thin white fairy floss icing. Her colour was quite magical, because it came from the love that spread over her entire cloud body, the very first time she saw her candy man cloud - Blue M.

Blue M got his colour from the deep blue sea, where he spent many of his days bobbing up and down like a tic tac in teacup. When he saw the beautiful rosy glow of Pink M, floating high above the chocolate rainbow, Blue M shook the deep blue ocean drops from his cloudy eyes and watered his way up to the deep blue sky, where he and Pink M became a sweet like sugar Candy Couple.

Together they spent their days floating along the chocolate rainbow, sprinkling a little sugar here and scattering some cinnamon starlets there, until one day they noticed something strange. Although they both had baskets full of the sweetest sensations imaginable, they both also had strange feelings bubbling up from their soft marshmallow cloud centres and making their outer candy colours run and drip and fade.

"My basket feels empty!" said Pink M, "Even though it looks full."

"Mine, too!" agreed Blue M. "And look! Every time I try to pick up some sweetness, it just slips right through my fingers."

The Candy Couple floated still for a while, in quiet contemplation, until finally Blue M said, "Maybe if we had someone to share our sweetness with - our own precious little sugar puff cloud - maybe then your basket wouldn't feel so empty and my sugar crystals wouldn't slip from my fingers so quickly."

"I think you're right, Blue M," said Pink M. "But how can we ever have our own sugar puff cloud when we don't have a baby basket to grow one in?"

Blue M thought so hard that his thought bubble burst and it showered drops of left over blue ocean onto the rainbow underneath him. He tried thinking again, but when he still could not come up with an answer, more blue ocean drops began falling from his eyes.

"Maybe it is just not meant to be," said Pink M.
As she spoke, big, fat, salty tears began rolling down her pink cloud cheeks, stripping them of their colour and sweetness, and running away into the sky.

"Hey!" cried a voice from not too far away. "Where are these pink and blue polka dots coming from?!"

It was the Candy Couple's friend, Chocolate Freckle.

"I have enough sweet spots without yours as well, my Candy friends. Stop with your crying already and pass me the chocolate! Then you had better get your sugar puff sprinkles together, because I have a baby basket but not enough ingredients to put in it. We can can grow your very own sugar puff cloud in there!"

And so, Pink M and Blue M mixed up all the sweet-essentials for their very own sugar puff cloud and they put them into Chocolate Freckle's baby basket, where something very magical happened...

The sweetest, most perfect little sugar puff cloud began to grow!!

He was a precious purple mix of Pink M and Blue M, with a soft centre and sweet iced coating, and he had magnificent, brightly coloured polka dot freckles from his Chocolate Freckle growing basket.

Everyone waited impatiently as the magical sweetness swirled it's way around the baby sugar puff cloud in his borrowed baby basket. Then the baby sugar puff cloud became impatient too! He decided he had had enough of basket weaving magic and he wanted to come out and weave some more magic of his own!

The little sugar puff cloud left his baby basket and he entered a new world - A world that wasn't ready for his love, or his magic, or his sweetness.
Or his brightly coloured polka dot freckles!

No, the outside world was not made for the little baby puff cloud, and it was so very cruel to him. It made fun of his polka dot freckles and it attacked his sweetness. It tore holes in his soft, white cloud wisps and it tried to drip horrible, dark, stinky negativity into his wounds.

But the outside world underestimated the little baby sugar puff cloud.

He had a whole lot more than a soft white marshmallow heart...

He had a mighty warrior heart!

For 26 hours he battled, and even as the harshness of the outside world slowly destroyed his sugar puff cloud body, something else - something so very magical - was happening.

The outside world could melt his polka dot freckles and suck out his marshmallow centre, but there was nothing in the whole entire universe that could fade his magic, his light or his love.

With each moment that passed the wisps of his cloud body fell away, but the light from his warrior heart was growing stronger and stronger and stronger. It was brilliant and bright and white, and it beamed out from his warrior heart, filling all of the other hearts in the world with his sweet sugary goodness, until finally his own heart did not need to beat any more, because it was beating inside the hearts of all of the people who loved him.

The Warrior's sugar puff cloud is gone now, but we don't need his body to have him with us.

Listen carefully to the silence, and you will hear his magic.

Look up into the sky at night time, and you will see his light and all of the other star hearts that are twinkling for him.

Best of all, put your hand on your own heart, and you will feel the beating of his love.


Four weeks ago, our little warrior's body drifted away...

But his magic still surrounds us,
His light continues to shine in our world,
And his love will always beat with our hearts.

For Baby Zy,
With all of our love.


Melody said...

I hear your pain. You have been in my thoughts and continue to be Alison.

Wonderful story, well put - you brave, brave soul.

brissiemum2 said...

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I don't think that I could possibly put into words anything that could lessen your pain but know that you are being thought of. (((hugs)))

PlanningQueen said...

I am so sorry for your loss. It takes courage to be able to cherish the gifts we have been given, even when we feel so sad.

katef - said...

You are a wise and wonderful person - your little warrior certainly knew how to pick just the right people to surround him with love. Thinking of you...

M+B said...

Hugs to you my dear friend.

You have shared Zy so beautifully and eloquently here. I definately felt his magic.

Thinking of you everyday xxx

jeanie said...

Oh that is so truly beautiful.

And he was, and he is, and he always will be, darl.


Megan said...

Al, I am very, very proud of you.
Now, tell me a story about a warrior mother who fights back against the ice dripping rib thief. Better still, don't tell me, show me. I want to see it in pantomime.

Trish said...

Al , what a beautiful tribute to your precious warrior Zy.

Thank you for sharing his magical story.

My heart goes out to you all and sending you love, hugs and strength.

I have been thinking of you everyday.

Bush Babe said...

Oh. I saw this post and had to go. I had to steel myself to read it, before I could settle down and take it all on board.

Beautiful and terrible for you. You have been often in my thoughts, but knowing what to say has been hard.

That was a heartfelt and delightful and heart-rending tribute.

I admire you so.

Anonymous said...

I am so, so glad to 'see' you back and read your amazing words, sad and moving as they were. You are a magic wordsmith, the world is a wonderful place for having you in it.

tiff said...

Hi Al,
I am so thrilled to see you back and letting the world know about your amazing Zy.
Your words are beautiful and heartfelt.
I have been thinking about you alot.
Sending the biggest amount of peace I can muster as you travel this path.