TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

A few days ago, I had a call with my publisher, Lucie Dickenson. She told me my book was done being edited and formatted. I was so excited to feel the relief that my late husband, Jack, and I had completed our mission of letting people know we don’t die and that our consciousness continues forever. As I have said previously, his signs and communications had been so undeniable that I felt compelled to tell the world, and now, finally, it was going to happen.

I can’t explain why I filled up with bittersweet tears at this happy moment, other than to think I was wishing he was there to celebrate with me. He had always been so supportive with hugs and celebrations in all our years together for every accomplishment I ever had. He shared a genuine joy for my college degrees, awards and honors, my first job, our babies, my retirement, my business, my first book, etc. He was always so proud and so happy for me. He would offer to take me out to dinner anywhere I wanted to go. Whether it was a big high-five for my first five-dollar royalty, or building me a fishpond for graduating with my Master’s degree, he truly shared his authentic excitement in my joy. So, on this day I was missing that love, and I started to cry, talking to him and wishing he didn’t pass on so he could be with me to share a hug at this great moment.

Just then, as I was crying, my sad thoughts were totally interrupted by his distinctly light-hearted, laughing voice, “Hey, if I didn’t die, you’d have no book!” It surprised me and snapped me right out of my sadness. It was true. What a great “popped-in” thought and so ironic! I laughed right out loud. It stopped my pity party on the spot, and reminded me he was right there sharing our accomplishment.

After that, I decided to share “our joy” in this new way and focus on our tradition of a celebratory mindset. I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do to celebrate by myself with him not physically there. I felt his nudge to stop by the grocery store first to pick up something I’d really, really like to have for lunch but seldom would get for myself… like fried chicken! Then, since the manuscript was done and processed, and the old computer was doing unexplainable freezes (or Jack’s nudges were there, too), I bought myself a new computer! I so appreciated Jack’s help reminding me his loving spirit was with me.. right there… which is exactly what our story (You Don’t Know Jack!) is about. And now I celebrate his love and support in a whole new way…. with remembering to do so as the only challenge.