The Spirit Wind

A man had lived a full and happy life. Yet one day he fell deathly ill and was bed ridden for a long while. On a silent Sunday he grew deathly pale and closed his eyes, and it seemed that he had passed away in his sleep. The doctor told the family that the man had died due to his severe illness and his wife and daughter asked that he be cremated according to his last wishes. He was cremated a few days later but sadly his spirit was still hovering somewhere between the sea and the sky. It seemed that he had not died at all but was just very ill and in such a bad way that all thought him dead and passed away. His spirit returned to its master when it was strong enough to do so again, but found that he had returned unto ashes according to his dear wife’s word. Now his one true spirit had no mortal home and nowhere to rest at all. As such it roamed the valleys and the fields endlessly and never found any rest ever after. That was how the howling wind was born from his unresting spirit and eternally weeping soul. It swept around the corner of an old building when it was sad and so the wind howled and mourned often for the lost of his loved ones. Sometimes it would tinkle the wind chimes on his dear wife’s porch as she would remember him fondly and so they would laugh and smile together in the clinking rhyme of the wind through the chimes. He always blew and wandered all about and never found rest for his soul ever again. Soon his only daughter would be wed, and as the bride and groom came happily out of the little Church hand in hand, he would blow up a gust of pleasure, ruffling the white dress of the lovely girl and blowing the top hat clean of the grooms head in a gust of strong and pleasant wind. She smiled happily to herself on this happiest of all wedding days, for somehow she knew that it was the soul of her dear late father that was still out there looking after her always  and forever. The spirit of the wind blows on. The spirit of the wind still blows and blows. A divine wind to love and cherish them always. Happy days will be here again. Love on and live forever free. And so it was for all the days of their lives, as the wind blew on all about and never rested. Live your life and be free with love and happiness always.