TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

My husband and I were married for fifty-two years, and then he passed away . He’s been on the other side for two years now, so when our wedding anniversary came a couple of days ago, people didn’t know what to do. They weren’t sure if they were supposed to wish me a happy anniversary because it might bring up my grief and make me sad. And yet it is the date we actually did get married…it is history after all. It happened, and I still do want to celebrate that day. (And It was a great day! )

From another vantage point, I guess they weren’t sure how to do a two-person celebration with just one person here in the physical. Then there’s this… they know from my book (“You Don’t Know Jack!: How Antics from My Late Husband’s Spirit Give Undeniable Evidence of Afterlife”) that I know his spirit is still here. Whether they believe or not, they know I do. So that means they’re imagining me not feeling alone afterall. We are now a physical and a spiritual essence together. We are just in two different dimensions with our souls’ energies on a forever journey, where time is not a thing.

For moments here and there, it did make me sad not to have my loving husband here in the flesh on the date we married, as it did on the date we met, or the date of the births of our daughters, or all the other great dates in between during our fifty plus years together. But, as of this anniversary, I discovered I’m really loving it when any of our special days are remembered because it reminds me that our “us” is not forgotten…and he is not forgotten.. I still love the memories of those days, but now I see them all as woven into the tapestry of our larger purpose and greatest alignment with the Divine Love that we willl share now, timelessly and forever.