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9/11 We Will Never Forget

It’s been 19 years since that day that changed us all. In remembrance, as you prepare for bed tonight…on this day 19 years ago:

♥️ 246 people went to sleep in preparation for their morning flights.

♥️ 2,606 people went to sleep in preparation for work in the morning.

♥️ 343 firefighters went to sleep in preparation for their morning shift.

♥️ 60 police officers went to sleep in preparation for their morning patrol.

♥️ 8 paramedics went to sleep in preparation for the morning shift of saving lives.

💔 None of them took a breath past 10:00 a.m. on September 11, 2001.

For the many more who died from illnesses related to being there that day, let us never forget. That day, this piece of history, changed the entire world forever.

For those who lost loved ones, please know that we keep you all in our prayers. We remember your loss and we send prayers to you and your family..

So please as you lay down to sleep tonight, tell your loved ones how much they mean to you, snuggle them all a little tighter, and THANK GOD for all of your blessings. God Bless.

WE WILL NEVER FORGET

Shine On!

xo

Missing Mom

Missing Mom

If you are someone who had a good relationship with your Mom, you may understand how I’m feeling today.  My Mom passed away over a month ago and while in my heart I know she’s in Heaven, I miss her.  There’s an emptiness in my life lately because she was such a huge part of my life.

She has visited me in various forms to let me know that she’s here with me in spirit.  For those that understand what I’m saying, perhaps you’ve had similar experiences as well.  I’d love to hear about them if you’re willing to share so please feel free to write in the comments or reach out via email if you’d prefer a more private conversation.

Grief is a funny thing isn’t it?  It sneaks up on us from time to time in the most surprising ways.  My Mom liked Talbots clothing so when I received a catalogue from there, I thought of what Mom might like and then it hit me.  I don’t need to buy Mom anything because she’s not here on this earth anymore.  Tears sprung to my eyes and for a moment the bereft feeling hit me hard.  I wiped the tears away and then sent up a prayer to her.

Then the other day I had a question and knew my Mom would know the answer.  Sadly, I realized I can’t ask her and that I probably would never know the answer to that particular question because she’s not here.  Again, the tears fell.

I’ve learned that losing a loved one and the grieving process that follows in order to heal takes time.  It’s not easy as you may know from experience.  Unexpected memories pop up at times that can bring up a fresh round of tears, but in time with healing, we can fondly remember the good times and be grateful for our loved one’s presence in our lives.

For we carry their presence in our hearts as the legacy of who they were stays alive in the memories of those who are still here.  Gone but not forgotten.  Isn’t that the way we are remembered?

Shine On!

xo

Always and Forever

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My Mom passed away last week.  We were blessed to have been able to be with her during the last few days of her life and even as she took her final breath, my sister and I were there with her.  While it is heart-wrenching to watch a loved one pass away before your eyes, we felt honored that she allowed us to accompany her as she transitioned from the earthly plane to Heaven.  Even as I write this to you, tears are pouring down my face because I believe that we all understand the universal grief of losing a loved one.

I have written before about my Dad’s passing years ago and occasionally about my Mom over the years.  While losing my Dad was very hard, losing my Mom has been even devastating.  Perhaps it is that a Mother’s love for her daughter is unconditional or on a deeper level, I feel bereft by losing my Mother-ship, physically from this earthly plane.  My Mom’s love knew no bounds.  She never tired of telling me how much she loved me.  I never questioned her love for me which was a huge blessing for which I am grateful.  She even signed every letter with “I love you, Always and Forever (A & F)” lest I forget.  I never forgot.

Even in the end, her heartlight was shining and it is that beacon of light that inspires me daily.  Her innate unconditional love for her family, friends and loved ones never dimmed.  Her genuine smile and authentic love and caring for everyone touched many hearts during her lifetime.

Mom role-modeled the importance of kindness and connecting with others.  She loved to have fun, to laugh and to be silly.  Her infinite patience made her a beloved elementary teacher.  Her faith in God and the comfort she felt by reading the Bible sustained her.  She passed onto us all of those traits and more.

What a legacy of love to leave here on this Earth!  The outpouring of kindness, the sharing of beautiful memories from others and the compliments about my Mom have sustained me this past week for hers was a life well-loved.  I can only pray that when it is my time that my children will have a similar experience.  I shall continue to work diligently to keep Mom’s heartlight legacy shining with love for all.

Thank you for reading today.  I extend my loving embrace to all of you who know this grief personally, of losing a beloved person in your life, especially a Mom who only gave unconditional love to all and accepted everyone for who they are.

God Bless!  Shine On!

xo

 

On A Dime

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You’ve all heard the saying, “Pennies from Heaven,” right?  Perhaps you’ve had pennies appear in your path over the years?  I’d love to hear about your experiences if you’ll share in the comments below!

A few days ago, we had an experience at the house where a dime appeared.  Appeared out of nowhere and definitively wasn’t there seconds before.  We didn’t hear it land, nor were any of us wearing clothing with pockets, nor did we have any change on us.  We looked away for a few moments and voila! The dime was just sitting there.

When I looked at the dime, the year on it was 2012 which coincidentally is the year my Dad passed away.   I’m thinking it was my Dad sending me a message that he’s around, although he’s never been someone to send dimes, but instead to mess with electricity from the other side.

Have you received messages from departed loved ones too?  Please share!

Shine On!

xo

9/11

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On the eve of 9/11/19, I sit quietly on my couch in my home, but as always when this anniversary comes, my heart breaks.  As I scroll through Facebook with all of the photos from that day being repeated because it’s the anniversary, I cry.  I can’t help myself.

I cry for the losses that so many suffered.  I cry for their families.  I cry because the night before, this eve before 9/11/2001, no one knew how life would be changed so irrevocably for our nation.

The tragedy of 9/11 still haunts the hearts, minds and souls of so many of us.  Even as  the years have passed, eighteen to be exact, the anniversary of 9/11 holds a sadness that hasn’t been forgotten.

We have learned that life can change in a moment’s notice.  All that we have known can be obliterated and we have to pick up the pieces as best we can when this happens.  My prayers are with each of you who have been touched by 9/11.

We have heard the tragic stories from those who were there at Ground Zero.  Many survivors have recounted their experiences.  We have been told of the amazing courage that so many people showed.  We have seen strangers bonded in the wake of this tragedy.  In some form or another, we have all been touched by this event.

Please, tell your loved ones how you feel.  Count your blessings.  Be grateful for this peaceful moment.  Send out your heartlight energy to fill the world with love and compassion.  Tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us.  That is why we must hold tenderly The Presents of Presence.

Tonight, as I lay my head upon my pillow, I pray for us all.

Shine On!

xo

You Never Know Who You’ll Touch Just By Being You

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Recently, the world lost a feisty Mom (Rest In Peace Deanna).  While Deanna and I never met, her daughter and I have been blogging friends for years.  So when Rhonda announced her Mom’s passing, I received the privilege and honor of learning that “your blog was appreciated by her more than you’ll ever know.”

I can’t even begin to tell you how full that sweet comment made my heart.  I am humbled.  I am honored.  I am grateful.  I am even surprised for sometimes I wonder if anyone is reading – and then I feel badly that I don’t write as much as I once did.

Our time here on Earth is limited dear friends.  Even if we don’t understand how, we are all connected.  Love knows no bounds and can travel at light speed to heal and to share in the happy and sad times.  Our only legacy is the love and connections that we make while here.  We are remembered through the shared experiences we have with everyone.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

~ Maya Angelou

It’s a new year with many resolutions on the horizon.  Might I suggest one to you that is free, but its reward is endless?

Please shine your heartlights!

Please connect positively when you can.

Be the person who lights up the room with kindness and love.

Have patience and compassion.

Kindness and caring are more valuable than gold.

Smile and make the extra efforts in all that you do today.

You never know who you’ll touch…by just being you!

Shine On!
xo

A Book To Read: Courage

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I met Karen Lang through the blogosphere many moons ago.  What stood out for me was her immense compassion, kindness and her ability to connect through blogging.  As I got to know her story through her blog, I realized that she had lived through experiences that I never had and that her healing being was powerful.

Recently, I picked up her book finally after many years of thinking I should read it because even though it is sadly about the passing of her son Nathan and the grief which followed, I felt drawn to read her story.  What ensued was my determination to write a post about her incredible book and her journey through grief after the death of her son.

Because what I found was that her book is a universal healing experience, even though my life journey is different.  I found myself reading and learning so much that I was unable to put her book down until I finished it.  I cuddled on my couch, her book in my lap and allowed the day to unfold as I read and I am so grateful that I did.

Karen’s ability to write as if we were friends, sitting together on a warm summer’s day as she shared her story drew me in right from the start and kept me with her throughout the book as she allowed the layers of her journey to unfold.  Karen offers healing to those who read her book and shares her experiences with honesty, vulnerability and presence.

There’s a beauty within all of us that we can embrace or disconnect from as life’s experiences change us.  It takes great courage to walk our life’s path and to accept and forgive what we cannot understand…and it takes healing to find the peace and love within again.  Karen has done all that and more as you will find when you read her inspirational book of Courage.

You will love her blog Living In This Moment.

Here is her author page as well Karen Lang author page.

I highly recommend her book even if you have not suffered the death of a child (and if you have, this is your time to be supported on the road to healing).  Her book doesn’t need to be read in one sitting either as she offers help after every chapter which also truly aided me.  It’s just that I couldn’t put her book down, but I am keeping it in my library to reread again for when I need grief support.  Yes, it’s truly that lovely of a book!

It’s Sunday, a day of family in our home.  I believe we’re going to get the Christmas tree today since the weather is chilly but not wet out.  May you wrap your hearts around your loved ones.  May you remember those who have passed and may you find gratitude in being here in this very moment – The Presents of Presence.

Shine On!

xo

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

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As a woman who endured breast cancer many moons ago, October or Pinktober becomes one of those pink, swashed in your face reminders of all that happened to us.  Maybe for you it doesn’t, but for those of us with a long history, it’s a stark reminder for an entire month.

I don’t often share that I endured breast cancer because my medical past isn’t obvious.  Well, maybe it’s obvious in certain situations, but for the most part, you’d never know if you met me on the street or in the grocery store unless I shared that bit of information with you.  I’m grateful for that now.  The bald tell-tale sign or the hairless eyebrows and lack of eyelashes aren’t there anymore.

It’s been a long time since I was diagnosed and I’m grateful to still be here to help others who walk this path.  If you want to read more, just type breast cancer in the search button on my blog and you will see that I’ve written about it over the years.  I learned much from my experience with breast cancer that I probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t had the disease.  Endurance, strength, compassion, kindness, faith and connections have helped to enrich my life and my will to survive other obstacles that have arrived at my doorstep.  While I would have never chosen to endure this disease, I am grateful for surviving it and for the ample opportunities for insight and growth that came from it.

While it hasn’t come back with a vengeance, the threat continues as I live out the rest of my life.  However, most of the time it is pushed to the back of my mind where it belongs.  I am vigilant in my checkups and as any cancer survivor knows, I spend a few nervous days after they test my blood, waiting to see if my tumor markers have decided to go wacky and scare me.  In the past they have, which brought fear to the forefront again in my life, but luckily for me, they were false positives.

I can’t say that same experience happened for many friends and acquaintances of mine.  Sadly, many of them lost their battle to the disease as it metastasized to different areas in the body.  Survivors guilt after bonding with others saddens me.  The question of why I am spared and they are not, continues to be a mystery.  In honoring their sweet memories, I try to live the best life I can, for I know how quickly life can change.

I am an alumni of a club to which I never wished to belong.  But in this club, I have found warm, loving people who are united in ways that others may never fully understand.  To this day, I still help other women who are enduring breast cancer.  I know that for me, it helped when someone else understood the night time terror thoughts or the twinges of pain that we knew weren’t normal.  It helped to receive a sisterly embrace from someone who ‘got it’ and who willingly connected with me.  So I give back when I can.  I pass along the compassionate connections which were offered to me and greatly appreciated.

In honor of those who lost their battle to breast cancer, to those who are currently in the throes of cancer’s siege on their body and to those who, like me, are labeled survivors, I send up my prayers today.  My prayer is that we live on in the hearts of our loved ones and that someday, sooner rather than later, the cure will be given to all who need it.

God Bless.

Shine On!

xo

 

 

 

Catch That Fleeting Moment

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The other day I was in my car driving, windows open, breeze flowing through my hair.  It was going on sunset.  I was on a country road with wide open fields and the radio on.  Suddenly Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard began to play on the radio station and a big grin spread across my face.

Why? Because I felt my deceased father dancing with me.  As my rear-end wiggled in the seat, I felt him with me.  In a fleeting moment, I was twelve again dancing with him in our living room as his 8 track tape of Paul Simon played.  In the very real memory, it was winter and as the beginning notes of the song played, he jumped up from our checkers game and began to dance with me.  He spun me around, teaching me dancing moves that I’m sure he made up as we danced.  I was laughing in that fleeting moment of memory.

Tears poured down my face, drying quickly as the memory faded.  I kept on driving, smiling through the tears.  In that moment, I knew he was there.  But just as quickly as the memory of dancing came to me with such a feeling of life and his love for me, it was gone, as swiftly as it came.

When I got home, I found the song again and played it repeatedly a few times hoping that he would return for another dance.  But he didn’t and the tears flowed again.  Grateful that he showed up unbidden, but sad that he is no longer here, I began to write this post – and finally decided to publish it.

Has this ever happened to you?  A fleeting moment of certainty that the presence of a loved one has visited?  Don’t let those moments of synchronicity pass you by dear friends.  Always make sure to catch that fleeting moment for they are few and far between.

I attached the video below.  It’s not exactly how I remember the song, but it does my heart good to hear it again.  I hope it brings back sweet memories for you too!

Shine On!

xo