The Loss Of My Dear Friend, tears glitter as crystal in the light, falling down onto that soft fur. They carry pieces of my heart, love that I return to you Memories of laughs, smiles and joy, gifts that you gave to me, Never to be forgotten, their strength shall help me endure.Though bittersweet now, the flame shall burn true. Cutting through the darkness, a glow only my heart can see. These earthly bodies may be separated, but they are only an outer shell. Like golden and silvery threads, our lifeforce within is too much entwined. The fabric it weaves, shining and as strong as steel. Will serve to protect me as I walk through this hell. A final gift only your love could have designed.You bestowed upon me with your characteristic zeal. Our separation is not final, nor is it forever. Even though two brave hearts stopped beating today, So my beloved friends, I shall not say "Goodbye"These bonds of love, death cannot sever. Instead "Till we meet again,"
for though I wish you could stay. Right now it's time for your souls to fly!!

Love Always
Your Dandi 

In Loving Memory

I, the one, the remnant of ashes,
ancestor bound, legend bound, future wed
call upon my kin, my Viking kin- Lead me,
lead me to the portal door... for He calls.
My walk upon the soils of time does end.
I seek the path that legend lore has paved.
The pull is great, but no fears have I.
a doorway only, another world does wait.
Father,., hear my call, as my kin echo,
my pyre waits, gladly will I ascend.
Upon your will, upon your blessing,
this Viking waits.

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live
Forever!

'Behold, I will bring it health and healing; I will heal them and reveal to them the abundance of peace and truth.  

Jeremiah 33:6

Michael Henry Gorham

Lord Micah Gunnarrsson

May 25,1957- October 4, 2009