My husband and I will be moving to Florida for four months this winter. This has thrilled me and worried me, relieved me and concerned me.
You see, we both fell on the ice last winter. I was hurt badly resulting in rotator cuff surgery for one shoulder. The other shoulder still needs surgery, to say nothing of the injury to both knees. I have been worried sick about the coming winter and what another fall on the ice could do.
Still, a move from Maine to Florida (even for just four months) is a big undertaking. We will have someone stay in our Maine home and take care of it. We will need to have medical records transferred down there, and arrange for my husband’s oxygen machine down there. Just the thought of packing up clothes and medications overwhelms me. Etcetera, etcetera.
Then there are the folks in our support system. We will leave them behind in Maine!
And the covid-19 problem. It’s much worse in Florida than Maine…
Are we doing the right thing? Or am I letting my fright of winter-falls push me into something we will be sorry for? Will there be anyone in Florida who cares whether or not we are well and happy? Will anyone give a rat’s ass?
Well, I was reassured last night. I ‘dreamed’ that we were in the new home in Florida. It was a mess. But who should show up, but two of my deceased sisters-in-law and my deceased mother-in-law!
I have been greatly relieved today. I understand their message. No matter where we are housed, we will have loved ones, saints, and angels, watching over us. This is something I had not even considered before the ‘dream.’
My heart is much lighter now and I am thankful for last night’s visit. I am thankful for the communications from beyond the veil. I am thankful for their continued love.