I believe our souls live on, the evolution continues and that life here on Earth is a playground and a classroom and that sometimes the veil is thin. Lovely piece, Mary.
Thank you for sharing this precious story. I see this so much iny work, both the knowing when someone has died and the dying of a couple in quick succession of one another. I actually think there is something beautiful about it, although certainly hard for the family who remain.
April is the anniversary month of my dad’s death. On April 27 it will be 12 years and the grief is still so close to the surface. He has come to me over the years in vivid dreams (I rarely have vivid dreams so I cherish these appearances). I was given the gift of his written sermons and in recent years have started a project in conversation with him (which I am trying to build out and complete on Substack during my sabbatical).
I haven't been privileged to be with loved ones when they crossed the bridge. However, in the time since they passed I get "brief visits" reminding me of how close they stay with me. I appreciate these encounters that remind me of their love.
oh, Mary. this touched such a deep place in me. My daddy had a fall and a blood sugar crisis and was in a coma for a week before he died. We were with him 24/7 for several days; finally we all went out to dinner together, thinking he was waiting for us to leave. Nope, he waited until everyone had left and I fell asleep in the cot next to him. I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes.
Oh, wow. I feel like it's an immense privilege when people choose to die in our presence. Even when we're asleep, there's a connection. Thanks for sharing this with me.
I believe our souls live on, the evolution continues and that life here on Earth is a playground and a classroom and that sometimes the veil is thin. Lovely piece, Mary.
Thank you for sharing this precious story. I see this so much iny work, both the knowing when someone has died and the dying of a couple in quick succession of one another. I actually think there is something beautiful about it, although certainly hard for the family who remain.
Indeed! True on both.
April is the anniversary month of my dad’s death. On April 27 it will be 12 years and the grief is still so close to the surface. He has come to me over the years in vivid dreams (I rarely have vivid dreams so I cherish these appearances). I was given the gift of his written sermons and in recent years have started a project in conversation with him (which I am trying to build out and complete on Substack during my sabbatical).
I saw your post today. That’s a compelling conversation.
I haven't been privileged to be with loved ones when they crossed the bridge. However, in the time since they passed I get "brief visits" reminding me of how close they stay with me. I appreciate these encounters that remind me of their love.
What a gift, to get those visits!
oh, Mary. this touched such a deep place in me. My daddy had a fall and a blood sugar crisis and was in a coma for a week before he died. We were with him 24/7 for several days; finally we all went out to dinner together, thinking he was waiting for us to leave. Nope, he waited until everyone had left and I fell asleep in the cot next to him. I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes.
Oh, wow. I feel like it's an immense privilege when people choose to die in our presence. Even when we're asleep, there's a connection. Thanks for sharing this with me.