“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
― J.K. Rowling
Death has a bad reputation. But I agree with J.K. Rowling.
We’re thrilled for our friends when they’re heading to say, Hawaii or the Caribbean. I posit that we can also be happy for our loved ones who are now able to be everywhere at once, who now know ONLY love.
I’m not suggesting it’s easy for those of still here on this limited physical plane to let go. I recently lost my precious step-daughter to H1N1 flu and not having her here to laugh (she had the BEST laugh) and to make her wicked funny jokes (I always thought she’d make a fabulous comedy writer) wouldn’t have been my first choice.
But I happen to know she’s still with us. It’s just that she’s now on a different frequency. And I had a fabulous reminder of this from my new friend, Melissa Murphy.
Her beautiful, beautiful daughter Dannica died in a car accident 18 months ago. We traded a couple emails and I shared my belief that our spirits never die and that I think we can still be in contact.
I also mentioned I believe in a much bigger story and that while our consciousness does indeed create reality, it’s also guided by a bigger, more loving part of ourselves that doesn’t always make sense in this limited time-space reality. Lastly, I told her I’d say a prayer that very night that she’d feel some kind of connection with Dannica.
Here’s what her next email said (and she gave me permission to share):
“Like you, I believe our spirits live on and like a good little human being, I seem to need constant validation of that belief even in the presence of miracles!
“I took these photos this afternoon as I was on my way into town to meet a friend. I pulled over several times to take more. The image just lingered and lingered and lingered for the longest time. To me, the first one looks like an angel with wings and a rainbow where her heart is. As you can see, the rainbow actually turns into a heart!
“I’m generally a very private person, but some things make a human being feel like screaming from the rooftops; love, grief, and miracles are certainly among them. Sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences with others is my introverted way of screaming from rooftops. I scream for a while, cry a bit, and scream some more. It feels so good to be screaming, “Dannica’s not dead!!! She’s right here! See?!