We are never alone and cannot be apart–no matter how it might look. So many of those I love have passed. My mother died when I was thirteen, so I’ve had to begin to come to terms with the idea of loss at a very young age.
After my father passed some years later, I began to see these relationships don’t end; they just change form. The morning after he passed, I awoke to a feeling within me that took me a minute to identify; It was him communicating with me.
It’s hard to describe what this is like for me. It’s not really a voice; I feel impressions that are unmistakable and very clear. He continued to “talk” to me off and on for years.
He told me that although he understood that I felt sad and that these feelings didn’t make me wrong, but they interfered with his ability to communicate with me. To feel sad, I would have to believe he was gone and he wasn’t, so the grief was a denial of what is really true. He was still with me; it just looked different than what I was used to.
When we acknowledge the truth, we begin to become more aware of it, and the truth is that we cannot ever be apart…not ever.
Princess Sassy Pants & Co.™ 
Hi, Jane! Can you feel me reading what you write?
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Thank you for your sharing of the losses you have gone through. Really it is never easy no matter the time that has gone by. I lost my father 20 yrs ago and he is never far from my mind or heart. I admire you and your posts and stories. I feel low sometimes and I get a lift when I read your stories and posts ❤️🥹
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I lost my sister unexpectedly in 1996 and was so angry about it for months. Then one night, I heard someone call my name. It was eerie, so I ignored it. Again, the next night and the next, I heard someone call my name. Finally I sat up one night and asked, “I’m here!” Then my sister appeared. Oh my, she looked so GOOD! She said, “please don’t be angry anymore, I am OK.” Her voice sounded like a melody…it was so sweet and pure. The colors were so vivid and bright and I could hear birds singing! I asked, “are you sure you’re ok?” and she replied, “yes, so please, don’t be angry anymore.” Then she left. I felt a peace come through me…(I am in tears now thinking of it.) I miss her so. My mom, my dad have passed too, but losing my husband last year was a blow. He was my hero…I miss him so…shortly after he passed, I heard a Voice say, “you will see him in a little while.” What did that mean? Was I going to die, too? I pondered this and one night, on a Friday (he passed on a Friday morning,) it was 4:38 am. and suddenly my husband was there! He looked so good, he had his t-shirt off, so I could see how he had put on weight once again (he died from COPD and was 105 pounds when he died.) He looked at me and said, “it’s Friday, you know.” I replied, “I know.” He then looked at me tenderly and said, “you’re gonna be OK!” I replied, “I know.” and he left. Again, that feeling of peace came over me. He looked GOOD! So to all missing someone, open your heart, you just may see your beloved again, too.
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