Sing with the angels, Leifwynn



He was one of my "nephews," one of those six precious boy babies born to our community of friends in 1978. My own beloved son, Luke, arrived in February of that year. All of us mothers have delighted in our sweet sons, as infants, as growing boys, and as men. Now one has passed, our bright, beautiful, gifted musician, Leif Martin Rego, "Leifwynn." His beauty was surpassed only by his musical gifts and his glory in the natural world. I join his incredible, loving family (mother Carol, father Philip and brother Daniel) in mourning the loss of this one so dear. The grace in this is that Leif has no more struggles on this earth, though his loss leaves a huge hole in his family's heart and in the widespread communty of friends and musicians that he inhabited. May abundant healing blessings come to his family and to all who now miss his presence here. Leif's mother, my dear friend Carol, is a longtime devotee of Meher Baba, Indian mystic and spiritual master. In that spirit, I offer in Leif's honor this comforting poem written by Meher Baba.

The Final Account

When the goal of life is attained, one achieves

the reparation of all wrongs,

the healing of all wounds,

the righting of all failures,

the sweetening of all sufferings,

the relaxation of all strivings,

the harmonizing of all strife,

the unraveling of all enigmas,

and the real and full meaning of all life —

past, present and future.