I once sat down and tried to imagine what my late mother would say to me if she could communicate with me in words. This is what I came up with:
The day I died was the day I was born.
The day I left was the day I arrived.
The day I left you was the day I joined my family and friends in the next world.
While you are mourning on earth, they are celebrating my arrival here.
I am doing both.
Torn between two worlds.
Luckily I don’t have to choose.
Luckily the choice has been made for me and for us.
No pain. Young body. Clear thinking.
An incredible lightness of being.
I so wish that I could simply click my fingers and say, “Sim Sala Bim” and erase your pain and grief.
You see, your grieving holds me back.
In fact, your grieving holds you back.
May I suggest that we simply let go and move on?
Sure in the knowledge that all is well.
That the universe is in order.
Let’s chat often.
Let’s remember each other forever.
Let’s be there for each other always.
I will be with you often, because from here, I can be.
And I promise to meet you and show you the ropes, when you arrive here.
Love and kisses from the other world.
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