Maybe our spiritual connection was just experiencing a delay?Īnd then, who knows what happened those next few days. ![]() I hadn’t even woken up when the phone rang. I learned about it through a voicemail from my dad. I had spent every night in the hospice center with her for a week straight, and of course, the one night I went home to sleep in my bed instead of her chair, she died. I didn’t feel any pang of telepathic pain when she finally let go. So imagine my surprise when my mom’s body finally took its last breath and she did not immediately become one with the Force all around me. ![]() Obviously, we would keep in touch just like everyone said we would. She was cheerful, hysterical, compassionate, easy-going, generous, and spiritual. We talked every day and we saw each other several times every week, scheduled and spontaneous time together. See, because if there was any mother-daughter combo who would certainly keep in touch once the veil had come between us, it would be my mom and me. That as she was dying in hospice, it would all be ok because I would always feel her presence I would obviously receive messages from her. ![]() ![]() I needed to believe that this would be true. These are the very kind and infuriating things people have said to me over and over again since my mom died in 2012. Sharing with all of you, because we have a feeling many of you will relate. Written and shared with us by our grief-friend, Cara Jeanne.
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