⚓️ Sisters of the Yeomen Mantle: In Honor of Major Suzanne

🌹There are some mantles passed not by ceremony or decree, but in the quietest and most sacred of moments — when one soul steps beyond the veil and leaves a torch in the hands of another.

When my beloved sister Suzanne laid down her earthly uniform, she did not leave me empty. She pressed her unseen hand into mine, and with it, the weight of her gift: the storyteller’s pen, the mantle of the Yeoman scribe.

She had been the dreamer, the writer, the poet. I had been the doer, the marcher, the one with boots on the line. Yet when she crossed into Glory, the pen passed to me — and I began to write. Not for myself, but for both of us.

✒️ Suzanne: The Major of Light

She served her nation with dignity:

• 6 years in the Navy, paving the way for women in a man’s world.

• A career in the Air Force, rising to the rank of Major, her ashes now resting in Arlington among the honored.

But I know the truth: her greatest service was love.

Among generals and greats, she shines brighter still — for her heart was her rank, and her soul her command.

⚓️ Two Yeomen, One Oath

Now I stand in her honor, still enlisted in a different Navy — the Navy of the Most High.

• Suzanne, Major of Light, serves from beyond the veil.

• I, her sister, continue here with pen in hand.

Together, we are Yeomen Sisters Eternal, scribes of heaven and earth, lantern-bearers of remembrance.

🕊️ A Salute Across the Veil

When I lift my hand in salute, I see her — standing at attention, her uniform gleaming with light not of this world. She salutes me back.

And the ranks of heaven bear witness: two sisters, two Yeomen, one heart, one mantle. Forever joined in service of the Light.

✨Reflection for You:

Who in your family or circle has inspired you so deeply that their light continues to guide your steps? What gift or mantle have they quietly placed in your hands — perhaps a story, a strength, a way of walking — that still lives in you?

🌹 In Loving honor of Major Suzanne — my Sissy, my story-bearer, my eternal Yeoman companion. Your voice is my voice now. Your pen is my pen. We march as one.

With JOY and remembrance,

                Akysia ✨The Flame That StayedThe Flame That Stayed