Phoenix Rising: Jon Bottomms

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It has been tough since you departed from this world, Jon, and I now understand something I couldn’t accept previously. Your absence no longer feels like an injury that won’t heal. A tranquil space has emerged within me, a place where your teachings continue to resonate. I believed I would be lost without your direction. I believed the sorrow would consume everything. But over time, I understood you never really departed. You exist in the manner I regulate my breath. You reside in the decisions I take. You reside in the commitment I revisit every day. I long for you, yet I no longer resist the hurt. I left it alone. I allowed it to instruct me. I allowed it to develop me. I understand now that death does not terminate the bond between teacher and student. It merely alters the shape. I take you along with me, Jon. As I ascend once more, I do so with the power you assisted me in creating. I have finally found peace regarding your departure. And I continue to pay honor to you, my friend and warrior.

From ashes reborn, the Phoenix rises anew.

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