The last few years before my Mom passed were not very nice. She was addicted to pain meds for 9 collapsed vertebrae and it changed her personality dramatically. My brother, sister and I could only deal with her mood swings, anger and frustration at not havin the life she wanted by telling ourselves that this wan't Mom, just her body sitting there. Basically, we lost Mom about 10 years before she actually passed. We all stuggled with anger and grief and worried that Dad would pass before she did. We all knew we wouldn't be able to deal with her. It was a sad, sad situation.
About 4 months after Mom died, I went to an intuitive massage therpist for my monthy physical therapy and as I was lying on the table I heard the wicker chair in the corner of the room creaking. I knew it was Mom! So the therapist came in and I told him she was with us, but, of course, he already knew.
Near the end of the massage, he led me through a heart meditation to connect with Mom. I was a little worried that Mom would scold me for yeling at her when I got angry, but I should have known better. She hugged me and made me know that everything was alright with us. We walked together down a hallway to a door into a room. Sitting in a chair was my Grandmother! I got freaked out again because my Mom hated my grandmother until the day she died. On the other hand, I had a very loving relationship with my Grandmother. I wasn't sure how Mom was going to react.
But as it turned out, the three of us being there was to validate that we had agreed to be together in this life and it was all A-OK. I was with the two women in my life who loved me unconditionally and whom I loved so much.
I have known that Mom was with me in many of my sessions, just checking out what I'm doing. And, of course, Dad is always right there near her.
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