Tag: death of a loved one
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Channeling His Spirit
The other day, I was talking to my friend about connecting with my late husband, and she suggested doing something like a free-writing. She said to invite his energy to answer a question and just allow the answer to “come through me.” I wasn’t sure how I’d discern the difference between what I thought was…
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Legacy Wall
A few days ago, I took two large framed favorites down from a wall in my husband’s den. They were Buc souvenirs that my grandsons would love to have. I felt giving them to the boys was a way I could bring joy to them and to Jack’s spirit. Unfortunately, something psychological hit me so…
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Thanks Giving
I’ve learned that the more gratitude I have, the happier I feel, and the happier I feel, the more gratitude I have. What a great up-cycling to raise my energy frequency. And when I’m in that joyful state of positivity, I believe I can be closer to my late husband. When I raise my vibration,…
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“bio-last”
I found a Word document on my husband’s computer this week that he wrote two days before he passed almost a year ago. It was only his updated work bio, but was saved as “bio-last” telling me he not only knew there would not be another one, but also expected I’d find it one day…
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You Gotta Meet Me Half Way
I recently was talking with a golf buddy of my late husband who commented on how I’m not reaching out for help, like when the hurricane came through, or to the women of our social group to get together, including his wife. He wanted to be helpful and said ,”You know, you’ve gotta meet us…
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My Granddaughter’s Wedding
Oh, my, what a roller coaster of emotions this past weekend wedding was for me. My late husband, in spite of so many health conditions, tried so hard to stay alive to attend our granddaughter’s wedding. He promised her as a newborn that he would dance with me at her wedding, but passed away a…
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JUST CHANGING FORM ON OUR ETERNAL JOURNEY
I am grateful for the almost 54 years my late husband and I had together before he transitioned, but simultaneously just so sad. I even feel selfish as I admit I wanted more…it wasn’t enough. How could 19,775 days not be enough? When it’s so good, I guess, especially at the end. We always loved…
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His Warm Clothes
I headed out driving to the library on this beautiful summer morning, and I saw the small bag of my late husband’s nylon sports shirts sitting on the seat beside me where I put them to remind me to take them to the Goodwill drop off site. I had tried a couple days before but…
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