Tag Archive | grief after losing a loved one

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

August 1st Rabbit Rabbit

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Happy August to all!   Continuing the tradition, please remember to welcome this month with Rabbit Rabbit, White Rabbit, White Rabbit!

I want to thank you for all of your love and kindness in response to my Mom’s passing.  We are still transitioning into the reality that our Mom is no longer here on Earth. However, I do know in my heart that her presence will stay with me as we were so connected and that is a bond of unconditional love that continues.  I am truly grateful for all of the blessings that have been bestowed on me by her love and the love that she had for everyone.

As the new month of August unfolds, I ask that you hold your loved ones close.  Speak with kindness and give from your generous hearts.  Receive the kindnesses that come to you with gratitude.  Pass along your smiles to all.  Spread love, patience and generosity of spirit.  Our world needs healing and healing begins with us.

I am sorry I have not been writing often, nor reading your posts.  Please know I have missed you all and hold you dearly in my heart.  God Bless.

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

 

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

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

Just Be Sure To Notice The Collateral Beauty

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Have you ever lost a loved one?  If you have, then you know the devastating sadness that accompanies our every waking moment afterwards.  You know the daze in which we spend our days and nights, questioning God, the Universe – that incessant question of…

Why? 

Following the Why?

Trails the How? 

How will I go on after losing this special person in my life?

We all pass through grief in different way, in different times.  Some of us cha-cha through the stages of grief, moving forward and backward as we heal.  Sure, they say time heals all wounds, but wounds change us in ways we could have never imagined.

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I recently watched the movie Collateral Beauty which has profoundly impacted my life.  I highly recommend it to you.  Here’s a clip of  Collateral Beauty Explained.

May in watching the clip you find peace and healing as you grieve and may you open up to the profound connection to everything in life.

Shine On!

xo

You Won’t Believe This Woman’s Heartache…Donations Requested

Wildablogphoto-770x418You won’t believe this woman’s heartache.

Reblogged from Richard Paul Evans Please feel free to share!

Today’s blog is a little different. It comes with an invitation to change the story.

I don’t know why some people have to face as much pain as they do. Wilda Thompson is one of those people–a woman whose suffering seems unimaginable.

Wilda’s pain started early in life when her kid brother died in a plane crash. It was a foreshadowing of what was to come. In her early forties, Wilda’s husband died of brain cancer, leaving her a widow with six children to raise by herself. The loss of a spouse is always difficult, but this was only the beginning of Wilda’s afflictions. The cancer Wilda’s husband died from came from a genetic mutation called LFS. Those with the gene have a nearly 90% chance of dying from cancer. Sadly, five of Wilda’s six children inherited the gene. Since her husband’s passing, Wilda has lost four of her six children and a fifth is currently fighting cancer.

To lose a child is one of the most difficult things a parent can suffer. The pain of losing more than one is nearly incomprehensible. But, unbelievably, for Wilda, it gets worse. If you are a grandparent, you will keenly understand this. Ten of Wilda’s fourteen grandchildren inherited the gene. Five of them have already died of cancer.

Particularly heartbreaking is that not all of Wilda’s deceased loved ones have died from the gene. One of her grandchildren, a five-year-old granddaughter, made national news in 1998 when she was found dead with four other little girls who had accidentally locked themselves in the trunk of a car. Another one of Wilda’s children and grandchildren drowned when a sudden storm hit the lake they were fishing on. For three days Wilda sat on the shore while the police dragged the lake for her son’s and grandson’s bodies. I don’t know how she has survived this.

As I learned of Wilda’s suffering a friend of mine came up with an idea that will not only help Wilda, but will help thousands of children as well. An experiment in communal charity.

There was a time not so long ago that when someone’s barn burned down, the community came together to rebuild it. This is the beauty and power of community. Those days may be gone, but I believe people still have that heart. One of Wilda’s children’s last words were, “Please find a home for mom.” Ever since Wilda became a widow, she has lived, with her children, in whatever housing she could afford, bouncing from apartment to apartment. Wilda is no slacker. She has worked tirelessly to provide for her family her whole life. (Except for the times that she’s had to care for a dying child.)  Raising a family as a single mother is always difficult, but add massive medical bills to the equation, and, well,  you get the picture.

This is how we can help. A generous, anonymous donor has put money down on an inexpensive condo we would like to purchase for Wilda to live in for the rest of her life. (She’s currently 72) Upon her death, the condo will be sold and the proceeds will go to pay off the Christmas Box House, a home for abused children. Since its inception the Christmas Box House has housed and aided more than 75,000 abused children. If everyone who reads this blog makes a small donation, just $2, we can not only help a widow now, but we will help abused children for decades to come. (Of course you can donate more.)

The Bible tells us that pure religion is to comfort the widow and the fatherless. This is precisely what I am inviting you to join us in doing. To not only make a small donation, but to share this link with others. If you can’t afford a donation, and some can’t, then please share this link. That too is a donation. We can’t bring Wilda’s loved ones back. We can’t even save her grandchildrens’ lives. But we can make a difference in her life–and then the lives of thousands of abused children to come.

I have looked intensely into this story and know it to be true. (Recently the Deseret News, ran a two-part story on Wilda. The above photograph is courtesy of Deseret News.) I know there are many in our world who need help. And maybe our community can’t help everyone, but that’s no excuse not to help someone. Thank you for your consideration. Thank you for sharing. To make a donation just click here. Or mail a check to the Wilda Thompson Charitable Account, America First Credit Union, P.O. Box 9199, Ogden, Utah, 84409-0199. 100% will go to pay for the home. If there is any extra money raised, it will go to help abused and neglected children. Blessings. And thank you for helping. I will keep you updated on our progress.

Want more information?  Here’s the whole story…A-beleaguered-family-2-12-in-4-generations-diagnosed-with-cancer-so-far.

Photographer: Jeffrey D. Allred. Courtesy Deseret News.

Richard Paul Evans is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Christmas Box and the Michael Vey series. He is the author of more than 25 bestselling books. 

Shine On!

xo

 

 

http://www.richardpaulevans.com/wont-believe-womans-heartache/

Start Your Day Right!

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How do you begin your day?  Do you wake up to the clanging of an alarm clock or a pet/spouse/child pestering you?  Do you woodenly trudge to the kitchen to get coffee?  Or do you smile as you pull back the covers and land your feet on the floor?

I’m an early riser myself.  I adore the quiet of the morning for it’s when I get the most done.  My mind is alert (after my coffee of course) and I can feel the possibility of a new day dawning ahead of me.  Sure, there are obligations and responsibilities that I attend during my day, but there are also pockets of time in which I indulge and find the little things that make me smile.  And I smile simply because I am here…now…today…in this very moment…and I am grateful for the gift of today.

For you see, even the roughest of days, I do not regret having and believe me, I have endured many a rough day as I know we all have in our lives.  But it is in surviving those rough days that I can treasure the days in which my heart is happy.  Even in those hard days, I always made sure to find a small moment or two where I could feel my heart no matter if it were sad or glad.  I could remind myself that I am here and be present for myself and my family.

So today, let’s start at the very beginning ~ gratitude for being here, for breathing, for moving, for thinking and reading, for loving, for peace, for joy and for you being you and me being me. ♥

We can begin at any moment, so let’s start now!  You are worth a new beginning!

Shine On!

xo