Tag: grief
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We Do Not Die
I just came across an engaging poem that I have seen several times before. It’s about death. Everytime I read this poem, I take it in a little differently depending on my evolving beliefs of the afterlife. The name of the poem is “Immortality” by Claire Harner, written in 1934. (I’ve also seen another very…
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Editor Shock
It’s a funny thing when you write a book and you first receive back the suggestions from the develpmental editor. It feels like criticism of your creative product…”your baby.” It’s as if they commented about moving their nose to the top of their head and suggest that one eye should be on the chin. Your…
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It’s a Big Deal…Till It’s Not
I know someone who’s had cancer, open heart surgery, 17 other surgeries and several major losses in her life, but has more excitement and enthusiasm for life than most people I know! When her challenges are compared to most of us, it reminds me to count my blessings. And yet, I understand how we can…
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Feeling Lucky
I was talking with a friend the other day about how many people that I knew having so many problems recently, adding to the people I knew that had such angry involvement in politics and other controversial issues. So much negative emotion seems to fill the airways and consume conversations. Most days, I feel drawn…
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The Red Flower
Sometimes unexplained things happen, and, as I said in my last post, it’s up to me to find the positive and feel the gratitude. A few days ago, when I opened my front door, I could see a red flower sitting on the path to my mailbox. Now there are no red flowers blooming in…
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Shift in Perception
For the last year and a half, my late husband has sent electric and electronic signs with lights, the thermostat, my computer, etc. and, at first, I get all upset that something else is broken again, and I’ll have to fix or replace it. After the service guy comes, or the Geek Squad gives it…
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Divine Collaboration
I was talking with my publisher, Lucie, and learning how the process will unfold to get my manuscript into a book with our message for others about continued consciousness in the afterlife. And it is “our” message since my husband has had an unbelievable amount of input and push ever since he passed. I know…
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His Little “Hellos”
It’s been a year and a half since my husband passed, and I was afraid I would stop getting signs from him the way I have been getting them up to now. Last night, as I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I mentally asked him not to stop letting me know he’s still…
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A Fragrance of Love
This past Sunday morning, I was thinking about Father’s Day and telling my late husband how much I loved him and missed him. I was feeling very weepy, but reminded myself that his energy, spirit, or consciousness was around me and knew how I felt from the other side. I do feel like Miss Greedy…
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A Year and a Half Today
I hope someday I won’t still be tallying time…time he’s been gone and how long since we… (fill in the blank.) I know the grief from losing my “54-year person” has had some lessening recently, but the pity parties still happen…just less intense, for shorter periods of time, and less often…thank goodness. Yes, I’ll always…
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