The holidays can be a depressing time of the year for those who have recently lost a loved one. I know that all too well.
Christmas 1995, was the most depressing Christmas of my life (to date). My mother, Leah, was killed in a car accident on December 16th. The depression from which I suffered was a combination of shock (“My mother – what? – died in a car accident”) and emptiness (“Where is my mother? What does it mean she is gone?”) I was numb.
Grief stricken could not even begin to describe my state of being after learning my mother had died in a car accident.
Thrown into the first stage of grief, denial, I walked around numb, dazed and confused. I did not believe any of ‘it’ was true.
My mother?
Dead?
That’s just not possible. There is no room for negotiation.
People are often in wonder by my ability to connect with our loved ones in the afterlife.
My clients want to know if I can hear their mother talking and if so, what does she sound like?
There are so many great subjects we learn about as we move through the many stages of life and the many grades of schooling we receive.
However, there is a subject which was never talked about in school, let alone taught, and that was the subject of life after death, or the afterlife.
How often have you felt isolated, alone, and wished you had someone to talk to? Someone with whom you could hash out nagging issues, run something by, discuss options and alternatives and feel connected, supported and loved?
Imagine if you knew there would always be someone there when you needed a helping hand or a caring, compassionate ear?
We take ourselves with us wherever we go – even to heaven my friends, yes, even to heaven.
Yes, the heavens are rocking and our ancestors and loved ones in spirit are talking! They are talking about important issues facing each and every one of us in this day and age. They are sharing their wisdom and insight and teaching us from their past mistakes and successes. Their messages are coming through loud and clear yet many of you are still unable to hear.
Nearly twenty years ago a woman by the name of Hope touched my life and changed it for the better, without even knowing she had done so. We were brought together by a common denominator at a time in my life when grief ruled supreme. I felt as if I had been fractured into a million pieces.
Having been raised a Catholic during the 1950s I was always fascinated with the story of the resurrection. I was taught to believe that we will all be reborn and I marveled over that possibility….
“Imagine”, I thought, “never really dying? Imagine, our spirits living on forever? Imagine never having to say goodbye to our parents or grandparents?” And “Imagine what it would be like knowing that one day we will all be together again?” The possibility provoked deep thoughts and filled me with hope.
No one enjoys grieving – that’s a given, but if you stop to think about it – grieving does play a necessary and important role in the death and healing process.
Losing a loved one, whether an animal or person, is a shock to our system. Whether their death was sudden and unexpected or slow and expected, it is a shock to our system.
