Detour Ahead

I lost it today. I was driving home from hitting golf balls. I had my windows down, intermittent sun warming my car seats. The giant, marbly clouds way above my sunroof were hovering heavily, bearing the weight of the rain for another half hour or so. I was in a good mood. I hit some pretty good balls. I needed to practice my chipping, but overall I was very happy with my distance and aim. Then all these pleasing, transient thoughts were interrupted by a slight pause. Nothingness. All of a sudden the reality of my brother not being alive hit me like a full impact collision. I screamed at the top of my lungs, driving about 50mph down Route 2, “What the f**************ck!!!!!!!!” It was as if I had just found out about his death. I had trouble breathing so I pulled over to the side of the road. 

This happens often. We can be fine, going about our daily routines thinking everything is peaceful, but even within the happiest of moments, the reality of the death exists. Most of the time it lurks in the shadows, but when it appears suddenly is when it’s most forceful, knocking us off our seats. We have to hold on with all our strength and take a quick detour for a while but, eventually, we’ll get back on the road again.

Open to Communication

I'm not quite sure I believe in life after death. I believe in something after death. I definitely believe in presence after death. After all, I believe the one who dies is only going to a place where we cannot see them, another plane in the universe. They might not be in human body form, but something continues to be present. We cannot see a lot of things, but they're here. Think of radio waves, magnetic fields, gravity. Just because we cannot see these things doesn't mean they don't exist. I strongly believe in communication after death. If you are open to the idea of communicating with your loved one, it will happen. My brother communicates to me through great blue heron sightings and other birds, through rainbows, incredible sunrises and sunsets, through wind shifts and temperature changes, and being in my dreams. But he also communicates through ways only he and I would understand. Looking through his belongings from time to time, like his cd collection or clothes or his photo albums, I have discovered funny things that have made me burst out laughing. When I uncover these treasures, I can hear him saying, I knew you would find that and crack up, sistah! These are wonderful moments to cherish. These are direct links of communication with my brother. He's not physically sitting here beside me but he's making me laugh! And I know he's laughing simultaneously.

Open your mind to communicating with the one who is no longer physically on this earth. Allow the communication to move freely through the conduits of here and there. You might be surprised at what you'll discover.