A few weeks ago a new member joined the Owning Pink Posse and wrote a blog post introducing herself. Kim told the story of her oldest daughter’s death. She discussed how she has remained connected to her daughter in spirit throughout the years. I was fascinated by the post seeing as I believe very strongly in this idea of remaining connected to loved ones who have died (I even wrote my second novel about the subject). I commented on Kim’s post and she replied that her story was actually published in a book called “True Stories of Messages from Beyond.” She offered to send me a copy and I immediately sent her my address.
On Friday I started to wonder what would be the next topic for my blog. I have a lot of ideas in the vault but so far I haven’t needed to open it. I’m always given at least one idea, but on that day I was not sure something new would arrive. Around 4pm I checked the mail and found a package. I had completely forgotten about my book request, but when I saw the return address my memory was jarred. I pulled out the book, flipped to Kim’s story and began to read. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I read about her daughter, Elizabeth. Kim shared the details of the day they found out Liz had died and her experiences of connecting with Liz with the help of a medium and on her own. The one thing that struck me and inspired this post is that on the day of the funeral one of Liz’s friends, Cassie, approached Kim and told her that Liz had come to her with a message that she was at peace. Kim’s reaction to Cassie was gratitude and total belief.
It was that part of the story that made me realize I should share a story of my own and hope that others would feel the same kind of gratitude. You see a year and a half ago, one of my sorority sisters died. I’ve written about her before in the post called “Funeral Songs,” but failed to share what happened one day weeks after the funeral. Suzy’s closest friends had set up an account for her children. I had been by the bank that week and made a deposit of $175 into the account. I was at the YMCA in a spin class when the song “Soak up the Sun” came on. It was the song that had been played at Suzy’s funeral and I started thinking of her. The moment I did this amazing energy washed over me. I was covered from head to toes in goose bumps. In my head I heard “Thank you for thinking of my children.” I continued to pedal as tears streamed down my face in between the beads of sweat. Silently, I told her I was sorry for not keeping in touch and not sending her a message on her caring bridge page (even though I had read it most days). She told me it was OK. She also let me know she was at peace. I don’t know if she actually told me or if I just felt her peace but I was so consumed by the energy that I realized my heart rate had reached 200 bpm and I was not even tired. I am certain that Suzy came to me that day and there was a part of me that wanted to tell everyone who loved her she was OK. I wanted to call her friends and get a message to her husband, but I didn’t. To be honest I didn’t think I deserved to be the one and I didn’t think anyone else would either. I told Mark, Teresa, and Kristin about it and after that quietly filed the experience away.
I’m still not quite sure about sharing it here, although it seems right and I am a true believer in this stuff. We are all capable of making these kinds of connections. I am certainly not special, at least not anymore than anyone else is. So thanks for letting me share…I’d love to hear if anyone else has had this type of experience.