Have you ever experienced someone you care about who died offering you comfort or guidance through a whisper in your heart or mind, a sense of them being near, a smell or taste that reminded you of them, or finding something that you know is a message? Do you - can you - trust these occurrences? What's your experience?
Tears running down my face and my heart embracing the recall of Justin's precious life with you....
Trusting occurrences...I love that. I see small glimpses as I trust God's hand with mine in continuing to raise Ben, my son, with autism. I've died several deaths, and still do, with him but gain trusting occurrences as I am aware and look for those in my life. Thank you, Pegge, for sharing your heart and true self. I love your poetic writing... :)
Dear sweet and ferocious Liz, I see you as the most beautiful Mama Bear with Ben, in both your support, ferocity of living on his behalf, and freedom you gift him too. The dying always brings new life, even as the going through can be excruciating. I love for you that you trust, too. It’s the both-and, isn’t it! Much love to you and your family--I’m so grateful to connect here and that we share this journey 🫶
Oh Pegge, I always remember Justin as the young boy and young man who opened doors, carried boxes or food for me and many others, always with a smile that flowed from his gorgeous eyes. Your writing paints a picture of the love you had and that we all need. Thank you for your bravery. Hugs.
This is so so beautiful. I love the stark simplicity of it and that you said dying instead of passing. I feel strongly that he has his attention on you fully, as I don't sense there is a real separation where he is, so I don't want to say "all the time," as there is no time, but the connection is stronger now and not about sadness, because he is joyful. All love. Having him in spirit makes it easier for you to go there while you're here; it's a small shift of frequency. In my mind I hear him saying, "I'm not gone!" And, "I want you to meet my friends." And, "I want you to remember what I know."
Oh dear Penney, thank you for this!!! I do feel exactly as you write, and your words offer a glimmer of understanding in language. It is all love now. And yes, I think we use words that cause harm to our frequency such as passing and loss. I prefer to name dying and died. It used to drive me nuts when people said “she lost her son.” - I didn’t lose him, he died. He’s not in the grocery store or “lost” and coming back home in his body in the same way I knew him, ever again. Perhaps it’s how we understand and commonly use that word and its meaning while living. I think it closes spiritual understanding and ongoing connection. And apparently I’m beginning a rabbit hole so I will stop, and be so grateful for his joy, love, growth. For his new teachers and guides (Reb Zalman helped me understand this and in 2006 it made me shockingly aware that I had a static view of what is beyond our last breath on planet earth.) Yes to joyful here and there and everywhere. Much gratitude and love with you! 🫶
Pegge -- I really have no words right now, only tears. This beautiful soul, Justin, and this beautiful soul, you, were destined to have this time together where you learned quickly the truth and source of unconditional love. So so powerful. He was a gift and so are you. Love you...
Pegge -- I really have no words right now, only tears. This beautiful soul, Justin, and this beautiful soul, you, were destined to have this time together where you learned quickly the truth and source of unconditional love. So so powerful. He was a gift and so are you. Love you...
Have you ever experienced someone you care about who died offering you comfort or guidance through a whisper in your heart or mind, a sense of them being near, a smell or taste that reminded you of them, or finding something that you know is a message? Do you - can you - trust these occurrences? What's your experience?
Tears running down my face and my heart embracing the recall of Justin's precious life with you....
Trusting occurrences...I love that. I see small glimpses as I trust God's hand with mine in continuing to raise Ben, my son, with autism. I've died several deaths, and still do, with him but gain trusting occurrences as I am aware and look for those in my life. Thank you, Pegge, for sharing your heart and true self. I love your poetic writing... :)
Dear sweet and ferocious Liz, I see you as the most beautiful Mama Bear with Ben, in both your support, ferocity of living on his behalf, and freedom you gift him too. The dying always brings new life, even as the going through can be excruciating. I love for you that you trust, too. It’s the both-and, isn’t it! Much love to you and your family--I’m so grateful to connect here and that we share this journey 🫶
Oh Pegge, I always remember Justin as the young boy and young man who opened doors, carried boxes or food for me and many others, always with a smile that flowed from his gorgeous eyes. Your writing paints a picture of the love you had and that we all need. Thank you for your bravery. Hugs.
Thank you for your memories, and all your love 🫶
Oh, Pegge,
This is so so beautiful. I love the stark simplicity of it and that you said dying instead of passing. I feel strongly that he has his attention on you fully, as I don't sense there is a real separation where he is, so I don't want to say "all the time," as there is no time, but the connection is stronger now and not about sadness, because he is joyful. All love. Having him in spirit makes it easier for you to go there while you're here; it's a small shift of frequency. In my mind I hear him saying, "I'm not gone!" And, "I want you to meet my friends." And, "I want you to remember what I know."
Love you, Penney
Oh dear Penney, thank you for this!!! I do feel exactly as you write, and your words offer a glimmer of understanding in language. It is all love now. And yes, I think we use words that cause harm to our frequency such as passing and loss. I prefer to name dying and died. It used to drive me nuts when people said “she lost her son.” - I didn’t lose him, he died. He’s not in the grocery store or “lost” and coming back home in his body in the same way I knew him, ever again. Perhaps it’s how we understand and commonly use that word and its meaning while living. I think it closes spiritual understanding and ongoing connection. And apparently I’m beginning a rabbit hole so I will stop, and be so grateful for his joy, love, growth. For his new teachers and guides (Reb Zalman helped me understand this and in 2006 it made me shockingly aware that I had a static view of what is beyond our last breath on planet earth.) Yes to joyful here and there and everywhere. Much gratitude and love with you! 🫶
Pegge -- I really have no words right now, only tears. This beautiful soul, Justin, and this beautiful soul, you, were destined to have this time together where you learned quickly the truth and source of unconditional love. So so powerful. He was a gift and so are you. Love you...
Ahhhh, thank you my fierce friend! This is truth and love is the center of everything, even in suffering. Its core. 🫶💫
Pegge -- I really have no words right now, only tears. This beautiful soul, Justin, and this beautiful soul, you, were destined to have this time together where you learned quickly the truth and source of unconditional love. So so powerful. He was a gift and so are you. Love you...