A Change of Worlds

"There is no death, only a change of worlds." - Chief Seattle

I've spoken to many of my friends and family about what my Mom experienced before she passed away. And when I tell them what she told me the day before she passed, there have been varied reactions. Some sighed; some cried; some were in stunned silence.

What she told me was that her Mother, my wonderful and loving Grandmother, came to her in a dream. Grandma held out her hand to Mom. Mom took her hand and they walked together. Then Mom woke up. She told me that she was disappointed that she woke up; that she wanted to stay with her Mom.

She described it as a dream, but I'm convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that Grandma came to help her take the journey home; that miraculous instant when our essence leaves our physical body.

We all want assurance that when our time comes to leave this world, someone we love will be there to help guide us home. We want to know that we will be with our loved ones again for the grand reunion our souls long for. We want to know that we will leave our suffering behind; that we will find our soul to be in the presence of God. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. So it just makes sense that, while we're having this human experience, we would like reassurance that we will go back to our "oneness."

I miss my Mom tremendously. I've found myself picking up the phone to call her several times in the past week. I will always talk to her, even though she is gone from this world. I know she hears me because I keep seeing signs of her that present themselves unexpectedly. I like to think of them as "Mom winks." They give me peace and comfort.

While looking for a pair of earrings today, I saw the necklace she gave me with "Mother" engraved on it. It was part of a set that she purchased for us. Hers was engraved with  "Daughter."

She gave me her journal and told me not to read it until she had passed. I keep looking at it but haven't found my way to reading it just yet. The time will come. Just not now.

Take care of yourself and each other.

Mom's Transition

March 26, 1923 - September 24, 2015

My Mom made her transition yesterday from this earth plane to wherever her next great adventure is. She took a huge piece of my heart with her, but my consolation is knowing that she is no longer tethered to an oxygen tank or reliant on handfuls of pills to keep her going. She hated that. 

What she loved was music, dancing, flowers, fragrant candles, firelight, starry Arizona nights, ribbon Christmas candy, doughnuts (smiling), chocolate ... just to name a few. But what she loved more than all of that was all of us! 

I'm convinced that she is already having a grand reunion with my brother and all of her loved ones that have gone before her. In fact, I spoke with her the day before she passed and she told me of a dream she had the night before. Her mother had come to her and held out her hand. Mom took Grandma's hand and they walked together. Then Mom woke up. She expressed to me how disappointed she was that she had to wake up. 

I believe Grandma had come to tell her that she was going home because she went home the following morning. She was ready. She was not afraid. She passed in her sleep. I'm grateful for that. It's the way we'd all like to go out, I think.

We will all miss you, Mom, but we are confident that we have a new Guardian Angel now. Put in a good word to the Big Guy for us, OK?

And here's a poem from me to you ...

 Hidden Mystery
By Fred Burks

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity

Life Moves On

I had a another conversation this morning with my neighbor who lost her daughter a couple of weeks ago. She was in her early 40's and we both agreed it was way too soon for her to go. I simply can't imagine her loss, and don't want to allow any thoughts of something like that happening in my life. It just doesn't seem right that a child should go before their parents. My mom experienced that with the loss of my brother. I have no words when I think of her pain.


Each time I've seen my neighbor since, it seems that we share many beliefs:

• that life moves on ... whether we choose to participate in it or not
• that sometimes our loved ones give us signals before they get ready to go
• that sometimes they give us signals from the other side of the veil
• that we will never be the same but will learn to live a "new normal"
• that people, when hearing of our loss, can feel rather awkward, not knowing what to do or say
• that it's okay to cry 
• that everyone has their own version of grief
• that we almost always ask ourselves "what if?"
• that faith can bring grace and peace, so it's okay to let go and let God

Namaste'