Tag: death of a loved one
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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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Hurricane Gratitude
Recently, one of the biggest hurricanes in our history came through my area, and I was so scared for the entire week before. The news was all about Hurricane Ian…a cat 4 headed straight for me. The good part about being so scared, so mobilized into action, that it left little time for sadness. I…
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Souls Promised
The wedding vow is so simple, but obviously takes on more and more meaning if two people navigate years and decades together. What I’m learning now, is that it really goes way beyond the vow. My husband and I did the healthy years and the end-of-life years together, so “in sickness and health” certainly takes…
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Just Jack
One Thursday morning before the fourth of July weekend, I went out to get the mail. I saw a huge, white feather sticking up in the grass like a dart right in front of the mailbox. You really couldn’t miss it! And even though I had found feathers occasionally in the yard in the past,…
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Signs from the Other Side
Recently I’ve been wondering what my late husband’s soul, his energy vibration or frequency can do now in his non-physical state. Unfortunately, my skeptical mind wants an explanation for what seems to be happening in my home that I feel might be signs from him. I want to be “beyond-any-doubt” certain it’s him reaching out…
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My Story – Time To Let Go
I realize now that “my story” about myself had become a prison of sorts – defining my limits of well-practiced worries in my own mind. Do you ever feel that way? That what you tell yourself is true even though you know it’s based on fear? I truly believed that losing my husband would be unfathomable,…
TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA 