Happy Birthday, Nicole. My sister LaRae came in spirit not long ago and stayed the whole night helping me to get through the loss of a friend to an alcoholic meltdown. I did not know if he was dead or alive as he was last seen pushing a grocery cart on the streets homeless. In a dream while she was here I saw him being rescued by an older man, but I was afraid to believe he was still alive he had had so many near death experiences. A few days later I saw him in the store across the street, miraculously sobered up, clean, and able to live at the Y where he had taken a room. My sister helped lift me out of a deep defunk I had been in for months as this meltdown had lasted some time. He had been sober previously for 5 years. It seems that only she had been able to detect what a toll it took on my spirit. When she came it was like her spirit filled the room. I knew at once who it was, how we perceive these things I cannot say. But I know that her living memory had to fade for a long time before this could happen. She passed over twenty years ago and this was the strongest visitation I have ever had from her. But I am old, too, and I think my spirit is also passing little by little as I think we do in a natural process. But death in the young is life interrupted and causes indescribable pain. To all involved I think.
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Hi Sherry,
Thinking about you and sending you a big hug.
Love,
Herrad
Hugs to you today my friend...I know you are hurting.....
You may not see it Sherry, but I am sending tons-o-hugs your way. :)
Let that balloon loose; Nicole will love it!
Hugs to you, Sherry. Each anniversary of every special day will hurt less with time. This being the first will hurt the most.
Be well.
Happy Birthday, Nicole.
My sister LaRae came in spirit not long ago and stayed the whole night helping me to get through the loss of a friend to an alcoholic meltdown. I did not know if he was dead or alive as he was last seen pushing a grocery cart on the streets homeless. In a dream while she was here I saw him being rescued by an older man, but I was afraid to believe he was still alive he had had so many near death experiences. A few days later I saw him in the store across the street, miraculously sobered up, clean, and able to live at the Y where he had taken a room. My sister helped lift me out of a deep defunk I had been in for months as this meltdown had lasted some time. He had been sober previously for 5 years. It seems that only she had been able to detect what a toll it took on my spirit. When she came it was like her spirit filled the room. I knew at once who it was, how we perceive these things I cannot say. But I know that her living memory had to fade for a long time before this could happen. She passed over twenty years ago and this was the strongest visitation I have ever had from her. But I am old, too, and I think my spirit is also passing little by little as I think we do in a natural process. But death in the young is life interrupted and causes indescribable pain. To all involved I think.
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