I couldn't write any more, so I tried to finalize what I had. And please, don't think I'm in any way supporting suicide with this. I would never do that. I'm not trying to explain it. I'm just trying to see it.
Myrrh is a spice used for embalming.
I have no clue about the heron - it's just mystic looking and pretty. This story is for David who fled a year ago. It's kindof funny, looking at your own body. Mine's hanging from a rafter, twisting ever so slightly in the breeze from the open window. I can hear the curtains rustling.