After I read this great lady’s entry this morning, I was reminded that today is the tenth anniversary of my own mother’s death. In years past, this day has gone by virtually unnoticed by me, until a few days after-the-fact, when I would remember it and then feel strange that I hadn’t at least paused in reflection to honor her memory on the actual date.
This year I am glad to be reminded of it on the actual day. I used to get so sad thinking about her, and I still do get a little sad now and then, but this past year has changed me. In the last year, my mother has visited me several times, and I got to speak with her during a a psychic reading I had this past October. Since then, I have reconciled some of my questions about life and death, and the role our loved ones play in our lives after they’ve gone.
She has never left me, of that I am certain.
It is this knowledge that keeps my sadness at bay. Oh, I do miss her physical presence tremendously. But her spiritual presence has guided me and taught me much.
I have asked her to tell me she’s here with me today. At some point. Some thing that would click in my head and make me think, “Oh! That must be Mom! Hi Mom!” It’s happened before.
I am inviting her to attend the Dora the Explorer Live Show with me and B today. Perhaps she will come with us!
Crazy? Nah. Just hopeful.
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