When I was just 16 years old, my mother passed from breast cancer. She was only 38. Her death left me heartsick, but I had one last encounter with her which helped me survive this traumatic loss.
On the morning of the death, I awoke at 5 AM in the morning and “knew” that she was moving on. She had been in the hospital for about a week and though I had known she was very ill, I had no idea he death would come so soon.
After “feeling” that she had stopped by to say good bye, I got up out of bed, put my slippers on, went down stairs and sat by the phone. I “knew” someone would soon be calling to tell me about her passing.
Within just a very few minutes, the telephone rang. On the other end of the line was a family friend letting me know my Marilyn Monroe “look-a-like” mother had taken flight and moved.
I called this last encounter with my mother, “One Last Hug Before I Go” and years later this became a title for one of my books. After she passed, my grandmother took over and parented me as best as she could.
Today is her passing anniversary, and though I didn’t have a departing vision with her, I have had some incredible after death comminications. One in particular is most memorable. I grieved her passing for months. She had replaced my mother and now she was gone.
Then I had a dream about her. In the dream she took me by the shoulders, shook me and said, “Get over it! You have a family to attend to. I’m fine!” That was so like her.
So, to all of the mothers and grandmothers, here and across the veil, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
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