Memorial Day

Earlier this morning, I was lost in thought about my son-in-law, Michael, who passed-away six years ago.

Like living film clips, similar to the windows in my last post, I remembered Michael’s conversations with me in the hospital. He apologized for his life coming to an end. He spoke of innocent mistakes he had made. He spoke with pride of his wife, her accomplishments and strength. And his two sons, his concern for them and his aspirations for them. He thanked me for nurturing their musicality.

From out of no where, he shouted, “HEY!” He was right next to me, but sounding a bit like he shouted through a tunnel. I smiled, “I hear you honey. I know you’re here and I thank you. Mom loves you.”

Then I remembered him telling me more than once, “Sometimes you have to get a little crazy to get their attention.”

It is comforting to know that Michael is not dead, but lives. On the other side of the veil, yes. But he lives. He visits, he watches over us, and he loves us still and eternally, as we do him.

I am grateful that our dear Michael got my attention today, on Memorial Day.

Rest in Peace

My grandmother, who passed away nearly thirty years ago, is one of my ‘most frequent fliers.’ That is to say, she often visits me in the astral, in night time dreams. She often gives me significant messages.

We sometimes just enjoy a pleasant visit.

But last night was the most strange visit I’ve ever had from beyond the veil. It was clear that my grandmother had come to live with me (even though she had passed.)

Rather than visit or transmit some important message to me, all she appeared to want was to rest. She kept crawling back into her bed. I’ve asked myself over and over, what does this mean?

Perhaps, it was the simplest of all messages I have received from my deceased loved ones. Could it be she was simply letting me know that she is Resting in Peace?

I am happy with that. Thanking the good Lord, I am grateful for every communication I receive from the saints.