The journey of grief astounds me. How is it that you can bring your mother to dozens upon dozens of surgeries, appointments, chemotherapy over the course of 17 years, drs. appointments, xrays, emergency rooms, labs, and more and have been told on two (or three counting the last one) occasions to put her affairs in order, have done all that you humanly can do to make her plight through not 1, not 2, but FIVE cancers, and become her voice on her last day alive, be present when she takes her last breath, and STILL fall “privy” to the five stages of grief, including DENIAL?
I have mentioned on many occasions, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s work, a pioneer in the hospice movement, believing in and pushing for rights of a patients “right to know’ they were dying, and studying and talking with dying patients, coming up with the five stages of grieving, and being a woman doctor in a predominantly mans world. No, that deserves an exclamation point! So not only is that sentence way too lengthy, it also needs !!!!!!
This female doctor was labeled by fellow male doctors as “Dr. Death”. Like research and development of cancers, all terminally or chronic illness, death is going to come to us all, at some point. I remember a dream in which i woke up knowing i had been blessed with a visit beyond. I was granted three questions. The first one I asked was “Why are our pets lives so short?” The answer was, in an average persons life they will have 4-9 pets, or their families had pets. Their deaths teach us how to accept this hard fact of life, and prepare us for loved ones, and ultimately our own deaths.
I am not here to argue with anyone, I will just say that I KNOW there is more than this realm. I have had amazing experiences that have developed my beliefs from questioning, to wondering, to KNOWING. I am a fortunate woman. And I seldom share these experiences because in a rare interview with 60 Minutes a couple decades ago and can be viewed on YouTube, Bob Dylan speaks of “knowing” your own greatness, your own destiny, and how vital it is to keep it to yourself because others can and will squelch not only your desires, dreams but also that inner voice, drive, purpose stripping you of all. I’m nodding as I am typing this. I KNOW my experiences are real, and I’m not going to allow anyone to take them from me.
I am also an empath. What does that mean? Well, quite frankly, I read and feel people’s energies, their emotions, at the age of 8 I had my “first” premonition that came to fruition just 12 hours later. I don’t see dead people! (The Sixth Sense movie) . Recently when my mother was passing I knew it was happening long before the doctors did. They wanted “biopsies, and more”, whether that was for expensive testing income, or if they really didn’t see it happening, I knew it was coming. I told my siblings this before any doctor even told my mother. I also texted my sister at the exact time they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, arriving from an airport. I smiled when she walked into the room moments later. “Did you like that i knew you were here?” I asked. I suppose they thought I was looking out a window, I was on the opposite side of the hospital with my mother, there was a window but the curtains were closed. In doing this, I allowed my family to “see” what I “know” on a very small basis.
There will be those who call this blog, and any other that i write or have written on death to be “morbid”, but death is as real as birth (and unfortunately, taxes!). Personally, I know there are worse things than death. Obviously I have never experienced my own (which has been miraculous given the severe depressions I have survived), but I have been on the journey of grief several times.
I was just thinking about my girlfriend Janice. Her dad was in the hospital, and her family was all there with him, he had cancer, and they were wonderfully, as a family, rallying by his side, telling him it was time to go, telling and showing him how much they loved him. I had stopped by to bring some hot cocoas and coffee, as they had been there a long time. Just before he passed I stepped out of his hospital room and stood outside by the door. I knew it was coming and I felt like it was too intimate and personal for me to be in the room when it happened., 2 minutes later my girlfriend walks out and says “he’s gone”. I don’t believe I ever asked her if she had noticed, and I was glad I knew to step out. For this family, who have always been welcoming to me, this was THEIR experience with their father, husband, grandfather, not mine.
My mother had a sixth sense, too. She never explored it, because she loved Jesus Christ, and I believe was fearful of blasphemy. My mother was a highly intelligent woman who led a life that was many times, most times, painful. But her belief in Christ was strong, and we had many wonderful discussions on such. (again). Regretfully I suppose, I didn’t share with her all of my many experiences, because I didn’t embrace this part of me until my early 30’s. Let’s just say when people get close to me, and I allow them to be part of my inner workings, I have been asked on numerous occasions “Are you a witch?” In which I always reply “A bitchy one, too!” 🙂
I have “known” since the age of 8 that I am supposed to write, write books? blogs? letters? I suppose. And I have kept a blog for probably 7-10 years now, which has been primarily about me and my life experiences. It has been a helpful healing tool through some mighty painful events and things. I am about to (re)start my first book. I have written on and off throughout my life, but I’ve stayed away from ever “finishing” whether it be choice, or being an “optimist” and never (before) backing up my work, and having computers die! “Blessed are the pessimists, for they have made backups!” One might think that it wasn’t meant to be, the timing wasn’t right, I tend to agree. But i would be lying if I didn’t tell you I am somewhat afraid of it, I am afraid of the success, and I am afraid that it will be my final and last purpose here on this plain, so in a twisted, sorted way, I feel like when I am finished writing it, my existence here will end. The longer I wait, the longer I will live… LOL. Intuition? Premonition? Or Fear? Fantasy? But I want you to notice how I put “my first book”, hoping that this will be the start of many.
I have been very fortunate in my life. I have been guided, spiritually since a very young age, and have had amazing things happen to and for me. I will give you a minuscule example. Driving home one day from a painting class I had begrudgingly was taking with a friend, I “prayed” prayers of thanks for being dragged into this class by a brazen woman who “needed a ride” and in return she would pay for my class. “I think I would like to start teaching!” I added. The next morning I received a phone call from a school board member in my small, quaint town of 2000, asking me if I would be willing to teach painting, as part of adult continued education she was working on! I laugh, because when these things happen, I KNOW I am right where I’m supposed to be. I am aligned with source, god, whatever you want to call it. Within three weeks I was teaching a painting class at our local elementary school, and that began a career that spanned 20 years, and which was some of THE best times of my and my mothers lives. She was largely responsible for my success, she was my greatest supporter, in MANY MANY ways. My success was indeed hers, as well.
So now that I’ve allowed you “in” a bit, stay tuned for what may be a huge success or a major disappointment! ha! I am writing this looking for friends who write, to join groups and blogs where other authors share their talent, hopes and dreams. Because I believe those that the friendships that come from this are “MEANT TO BE!”
Calling all pens, pencils and keyboards!!!! Love and peace to all who read this!