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 away 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. He said that these feelings didn’t make me wrong, but they did interfere 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.
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How beautiful! Thank you for this post!
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